Semua Bab The Secret He Left Behind: Bab 91 - Bab 95

Adrian pushed the door open without knocking, breath still sharp from the hours he’d spent combing the streets. Lydia’s living room felt smaller than when he had left—tight, dim, suffocating with fear. Elena sat on the edge of the couch, her hands shaking around Aria’s tiny denim jacket. The sight hit him like a punch to the sternum.She looked up the moment she sensed movement.“Adrian?” Her voice cracked. “Did you… did you find her?”He closed the door behind him, forcing himself to breathe evenly. He didn’t want her to read the truth in his eyes—the fact that he hadn’t even found a trace. The fact that every minute felt like sand slipping through his fingers.He stepped closer, dropping to one knee in front of her. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing the remnants of dried tears.“Elena,” he murmured, keeping his voice steady, “I’m not done searching.”Her eyelids fluttered, fear tightening her shoulders.“But y

Elena’s hands trembled as she held Aria close, relief battling with the leftover tremor of fear that had plagued her since the moment she realized her daughter was gone. “Lydia… how did you find her?” she asked, voice tight, urgent. “Where was she? Who was she with when you saw her? Tell me—how did you bring her home?”Aria clung to her mother, tiny arms wrapping around her neck, eyes wide and seeking reassurance. “Mommy, I’m okay,” she whispered softly, leaning her head against Elena’s chest. But her words barely penetrated the whirlwind of questions Elena was firing at Lydia.Lydia stepped forward, gently resting a hand on Elena’s shoulder. “Elena… breathe,” she said softly, her voice firm but calm. “I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen.” She paused, letting her presence anchor both mother and daughter, giving them a moment to inhale. “Here’s what happened,” she continued, choosing each word carefully. “Some strangers saw Aria wandering alone at the fou

Nathan Hale replayed the recording on his desk for the sixth time, the small voice filling the dimly lit surveillance room:“I want to see mommy… I’m scared, daddy…”Fake. Manufactured. Engineered to pull Adrian into a panic spiral.And it had worked—beautifully.Nathan leaned back in his chair, watching the audio wavelengths dance on the screen in front of him. His smile was slow and sharp, the satisfaction of manipulation glinting in his eyes.Adrian had taken the bait. Rushed out. Followed the location Nathan planned. Exactly as expected.Everything should have unfolded perfectly.Except it hadn’t.Nathan’s jaw twitched as he stared at the glowing map before him.The warehouse where Aria was supposed to be held was empty.Completely empty.And that meant one thing: Aria had slipped out of his grasp.His fingers tightened around the arm of his chair.Someone had interfered.