Nathan's POVA call came in almost immediately. The voice on the other end sounded hesitant."Nathan, when did you get back? You were there for the autopsy. It's been years now—don't you think it's time to let go?"The voice kept droning on, but I couldn't hear a single word. I hung up. My eyes stayed locked on their fading figures in the distance.For three years, I dreamed of Emily Cross every single night. Her eyes, her brows, the tiny mole at the corner of her eye—everything was exactly the same. There's no way I could be wrong.I staggered after them, watching as Jake Randall's arm rested on Emily's shoulder."You've been through so much all these years," he said. "Hiding like this just to be with me. Once the baby's born safe, I'll tell Nathan the truth and bring him home from the facility."Not only was Emily alive—she was carrying Jake's child.My fingers curled at my side. I opened my mouth to call out to her, but the words got stuck in my throat.Three years ago, Emi
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