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Daniel’s voice cut through the chaos. “Jane,” he said, low and urgent. “Look.” He pointed under the bed. My breath snagged. A small, dark device was taped beneath the wires. Red light blinking slowly. Almost rhythmic. The wires connecting to my father’s machines… weren’t ripped by human hands. They were cut. Clean. Deliberate. Timed. A trap. A cold wave rushed through me so fast my knees nearly buckled. “Oh my God,” I whispered. “Someone meant for this to happen.”

Mrs Parker said making Travis stop pretending feeling guilty for what he had done. Mrs Parkers took her phone out and started taking pictures and videos of him. She also took a photo of the belt she had used. “Oh by the way. This isn’t your father’s belt. I bought this today and from today, it will be used to whip you when you make a mistake,” Mrs Parker said making Travis glance at the belt then at his mother as he started wondering whether it was too late to change parents.

"What if this was Kestrel's trap after all, and we've simply walked into an empty building far from anyone who might help us if something goes wrong?" "Then we'll deal with that possibility when it actually arrives," my father says, though I notice his own hand hasn't strayed far from his weapon since we entered. "For now, we wait, and we watch, and we trust that your mother wouldn't send three separate messages simply to lead us into a trap she could have sprung far more easily hours ago." "April," my father says gently. "However this resolves, whatever happens next, I want you to know how proud I am of everything you've accomplished tonight. Your mother would be equally proud, wherever she

my mom called but we heard no response, hope this isn't something serious, like a murder where the police would come flooding this place. After turning round and round with my family, it finally dawn on me to check the trap we had set, so I told my family and we made our way to where it was located. In no time we got there, and just like I suspected, someone was caught in the net in an odd way, to say I was shocked was an understatement, I turned to look at my parents as they both had the same shocked expression on their faces. We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and

His mom protested. "Catch up you said, mom. This is nothing like catching up. Y'all have been here talking about some girl and you called this catch-up?." "Hey! Why are you taking this personal? We are only having a conversation that has nothing to do with any of us." Janet defended themselves as she pointed her index finger at him. "That reminds me, I heard she was brought to your prison premises years ago... Don't tell me, you've been having secret affairs with that lunatic girl and that's why you're taking her side this much." She said as she and her mom including Ken's mom fixed their gaze intently at him.

Trish and the officer followed Dime and me into our apartment, "Goodness, your parents really did make a mess in your place," Trish said as she looked at the mess around her, "Yeah, sorry, it's usually cleaner than this," I said sheepishly as I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment, Trish shook her head and turned to look at me "Oh honey, I believe you. I can't believe your parents would do this," Trish said as she looked at Dime and me apologetically,

His younger brother, Tritus. To give him the credit he is due, Tritus didn't know who or what I was when Segundus had him create his little mousetrap. The trap had two parts. The bait and the containment. The bait was easy enough--they left the door open only to trap me at the exit, using the old tunnels as a way to keep me from leaving. The containment was trickier.

I couldn’t tell if he was conscious. “Dad,” I whispered, rushing forward. Thiago’s hand shot out, stopping me just in time. He pointed to a barely visible tripwire near the chair. My stomach churned at the thought of what might have happened if I’d triggered it. “Let me handle this,” Thiago murmured, carefully disabling the trap. As soon as it was safe, I knelt by my father’s side, gently lifting his head. His eyes fluttered open, relief washing over his face when he saw me.

“I’m just so tired of this game. I really like him, Daddy. I want Atlas.” As my father gives me assurances, I replay the day in my mind, trying to make sense of what went wrong. The trap was perfect. [FLASHBACK–YESTERDAY AFTERNOON] “Are you sure these will work?” I text my father. “Of course, it will work,” he replies, “Trust me.” Closing my phone, I look through the stack of papers that just arrived by courier. Purchase orders dating back five years, all of them with “Cordelia Greyson Steel” boldly scrawled on the bottom, approving each purchase.

Traven didn't only leave a letter behind,he also left a brand new phone. I picked the phone with my whole body hypnotized. “Son…what happened??. I got a message from that bitch Traven!”. My father's curious voice cut through. “No…. nothing…..”. I replied,my voice breaking. “Something is wrong!!. You're loosing it!!. If you had listened to me you wouldn't have fallen for his tricks!!. You really trusted him that much to let him poisoned you?!!. Why are you so stupid,son!!?”. Father cried out from his end, frustration lacing his voice..