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Chaise"What do you mean, not the only one?" I demanded, gripping Ethan's shoulder as paramedics moved to examine the gash along his forehead, Marcus slumping weakly onto a nearby stretcher despite two officers already moving to restrain him."The woman," Ethan said, wincing as a paramedic pressed gauze against his wound. "The one claiming to be our mother. Marcus said she arranged for her own transport to escape federal custody hours ago, right after her arrest at the dam facility."Ice crashed through my veins. "That's not possible…agents secured her personally. I watched them place her in the vehicle myself.""Apparently the vehicle never reached its destination," Ethan said grimly. "Marcus claims she had contingencies in place for exactly this scenario, backup drivers, falsified transport orders, the works.""How does Marcus even know this?" I demanded, turning sharply toward my father, who remained silent, blood trickling steadily down his temple as officers cuffed his wrists des

LilyEvery instinct in my body screamed as Elena's hand disappeared into her pocket, the agent beside us tensing visibly, weapon steadying with renewed focus that told me he was never letting this go. I didn’t understand how one person could be so determined in a way that told me he was never letting this go and it scared me to think about what could happen in the coming hours if everything was playing out this way."Don't," the agent warned sharply. "Hands where I can see them."Elena paused, something calculating flickering behind her composed exterior as she slowly withdrew her hand, revealing not a weapon but a small, worn photograph, its edges soft with age and handling."I've carried this for eighteen years," she said quietly, holding it up despite the dim, reddish emergency lighting still washing the corridor in shadows. "A reminder of everything I once believed I deserved."I could just make out the image, two young women standing arm in arm, laughing freely, one with vibrant

ChaiseThe photograph blurred before my eyes, adrenaline and terror crashing through me with such violent force I nearly dropped the phone entirely."Chaise?" Lily's voice cut through the haze, and I looked up to find her watching me with alarm, both paramedics finishing their work on Amara's gurney nearby. "What is it?"I turned the screen toward her wordlessly, watching her face drain of color as she absorbed the image, our daughter cradled gently in Joan's arms within what was unmistakably my own hospital room."That's not possible," Lily whispered. "The girls are right there, with Reed."I spun sharply, relief crashing through me as I confirmed both infants remained safely cradled in Reed's arms at the top of the stairwell, exactly where we'd left them. "This photograph's old," I said slowly, studying the details more carefully. "Look at the timestamp."Lily leaned closer, her breath catching as she registered the small numbers embedded in the image's corner. "That's from hours