The Cross Family
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Alive.
Her relief hit Alexander like a physical blow, sharp enough to steal his breath. She was seated, shoulders tense, breathing visibly hard as if she’d been forced to hold it in. Sweat slicked her hair back from her face, strands clinging to her temple. Her wrists weren’t visible, but the angle suggested restraint.
No blindfold this time.
Her eyes were open.
Focused.
Alexander stepped closer without realizing it.
A man’s voice came from off-screen, distorted but confident. “Mr. Cross.”