A crowd had gathered outside the Weber residence. Dad stood at the front door in his pajamas with Natalie wrapped in her cloud-patterned blanket in his arms. His face was grim.I jumped out of the car and rushed toward him. Natalie shifted in his arms. She was still clutching the corner of the blanket, fast asleep.All I could see was the five-year-old Natalie, who had been crying in fear. The little girl who was crying for her mother to save her."Simone, we've searched the entire house. Nothing's out of the ordinary," Dad said, frowning. "What happened?"I opened my mouth, but I had no idea where to begin. Zane was issuing orders to the security team in a low, controlled voice behind me."I want someone monitoring every camera around the clock. Every floor, every elevator, the garage, and the living room have to be monitored. I don't want a single blind spot," he commanded."One more thing—find out where Wanda is today. Pull her phone records, bank statements, and social medi
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