For several seconds, nobody moved.
\nThe warehouse had gone silent except for the faint hum of the dead monitors.
\nI stared at the black screen where my mother\u2019s face had been.
\nAlive.
\nOlder.
\nStanding beside Peter Lang.
\nMy biological father.
\nAlso alive.
\nNothing in my life made sense anymore.
\nThomas finally spoke.
\n\u201cClara, you are not going to that address.\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t get to tell me what to do.\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s a trap.\u201d
\n\u201cSo was my marriage.\u201d
\nHis face tightened.
\n\u201cSo was my childhood, apparently.\u201d
\n\u201cClara\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI stepped toward him.
\n\u201cYou let me believe you were dead for four years.\u201d
\nHe lowered his eyes.
\n\u201cYou let me believe my mother had been dead for twenty-six.\u201d
\n\u201cI believed she was.\u201d
\nI stopped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHis voice dropped.
\n\u201cI believed the crash killed her.\u201d
\n\u201cYou saw her body?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cDid you see her body?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen how could you be sure?\u201d
\n\u201cThe car burned.\u201d
\n\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d
\n\u201cDental records confirmed her identity.\u201d
\nMartin looked up sharply.
\nThomas noticed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nMartin\u2019s face had changed.
\n\u201cSay that again.\u201d
\nThomas frowned.
\n\u201cDental records confirmed her identity.\u201d
\nMartin whispered,
\n\u201cOh God.\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe looked at Thomas.
\n\u201cWho handled the identification?\u201d
\nThomas stared at him.
\n\u201cYou did.\u201d
\nThe room went completely still.
\nMartin\u2019s face drained.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou were our attorney.\u201d
\n\u201cI handled the paperwork afterward.\u201d
\n\u201cYou brought me the report.\u201d
\nMartin shook his head.
\n\u201cI received it from someone else.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nMartin opened his mouth.
\nThen stopped.
\nEvelyn stepped forward.
\n\u201cMartin.\u201d
\nHe looked at her.
\nAnd that look told me everything.
\n\u201cYou know.\u201d
\nMartin swallowed.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho gave you the report?\u201d
\nHis answer came slowly.
\n\u201cRobert Cole.\u201d
\nSienna\u2019s father.
\nSienna immediately shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMartin looked at her.
\n\u201cYour father was working with the private medical examiner used after the crash.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\n\u201cHe delivered the identification documents himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sienna backed away.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d
\nEvelyn said quietly,
\n\u201cHe isn\u2019t.\u201d
\nSienna turned toward her.
\n\u201cYou knew?\u201d
\n\u201cI suspected.\u201d
\nJulian suddenly laughed.
\nNot because anything was funny.
\nBecause he was beginning to break.
\n\u201cSo let me understand this.\u201d
\nHe pointed toward Thomas.
\n\u201cYou faked your death.\u201d
\nThen toward the dark monitors.
\n\u201cClara\u2019s mother apparently faked hers.\u201d
\nThen toward Martin.
\n\u201cYou falsified paperwork.\u201d
\nMartin snapped,
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know the dental records were false.\u201d
\nJulian ignored him.
\nThen he looked at Sienna.
\n\u201cAnd your father may have helped arrange all of it.\u201d
\nSienna\u2019s eyes filled with anger.
\n\u201cYou think I knew any of this?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know what to think anymore.\u201d
\nFor the first time, they looked less like partners and more like strangers.
\nGood.
\nBut I had bigger problems.
\nI pulled out my phone.
\nThe address was still there.
\nQueens.
\nAn industrial building near the river.
\n12:35 a.m.
\nForty minutes.
\nThomas grabbed my wrist.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not going.\u201d
\nI looked down at his hand.
\nThen back at him.
\n\u201cLet go.\u201d
\n\u201cClara.\u201d
\n\u201cLet go.\u201d
\nHe released me.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know who sent that message.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know what\u2019s waiting there.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou could die.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve spent twenty-six years grieving a mother who may be alive and four years grieving a father who definitely was.\u201d
\nHis face broke.
\n\u201cI\u2019m done living inside other people\u2019s lies.\u201d
\nVictor spoke through my earpiece.
\n\u201cI can get you there.\u201d
\nThomas immediately looked toward me.
\n\u201cWho are you talking to?\u201d
\nI removed the earpiece.
\n\u201cVictor.\u201d
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cVictor is involved?\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019s been helping me.\u201d
\nThomas looked furious.
\n\u201cHe was supposed to stay away from you.\u201d
\nVictor\u2019s voice came faintly through the earpiece in my hand.
\n\u201cPlans changed, Thomas.\u201d
\nThomas stepped closer.
\n\u201cYou disobeyed me.\u201d
\nVictor answered,
\n\u201cShe isn\u2019t your asset.\u201d
\nThat sentence hit harder than it should have.
\nBecause everyone else had been treating me exactly like one.
\nAn asset.
\nA key.
\nAn heir.
\nA wife.
\nA daughter.
\nA bargaining chip.
\nNever simply Clara.
\nI placed the earpiece back.
\n\u201cI\u2019m going.\u201d
\nThomas looked at me.
\n\u201cThen I\u2019m coming.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cClara.\u201d
\n\u201cThe message said alone.\u201d
\n\u201cYou really intend to trust whoever sent it?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why obey?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause they showed me something none of you could.\u201d
\nHe had no answer.
\nI looked around the warehouse.
\nAt Thomas.
\nMartin.
\nEvelyn.
\nJulian.
\nSienna.
\nEvery person in that room had lied to me.
\nSome for money.
\nSome for protection.
\nSome because they thought they knew what was best.
\nDifferent reasons.
\nSame result.
\nMy life had been shaped by secrets I never agreed to carry.
\n\u201cI\u2019m going alone.\u201d
\nThen I looked at Victor\u2019s phone connection.
\n\u201cBut not unprotected.\u201d
\nTwenty-three minutes later, I stepped out of a taxi two blocks from the Queens address.
\nVictor had arranged a second phone taped beneath my coat lining.
\nA tracker hidden inside my boot.
\nAnd one simple instruction.
\n\u201cIf anything feels wrong, leave.\u201d
\nI almost laughed when he said it.
\nEverything felt wrong.
\nThe building ahead looked abandoned.
\nThree stories.
\nBrick walls.
\nBroken windows.
\nOne metal door.
\nNo lights except a faint glow upstairs.
\nI walked toward it.
\nMy phone vibrated.
\nENTER.
\nI opened the door.
\nInside was a long corridor.
\nDust covered the floor.
\nAt the end, an elevator stood open.
\nNo buttons.
\nJust one handwritten sign.
\n3.
\nI stepped inside.
\nThe doors closed.
\nMy heart pounded as the elevator rose.
\nWhen it opened, I saw a furnished room.
\nNot abandoned.
\nWarm lamps.
\nA sofa.
\nA dining table.
\nPhotographs lining the walls.
\nI stepped out slowly.
\nThen stopped.
\nThe photographs were of me.
\nAs a child.
\nAt school.
\nAt college.
\nAt my first job.
\nAt birthday dinners.
\nAt my engagement party.
\nHundreds of photographs.
\nSome I had never seen.
\nSomeone had been watching my entire life.
\nA voice came from behind me.
\n\u201cYou always hated having your picture taken.\u201d
\nMy body froze.
\nI knew that voice.
\nEven after twenty-six years.
\nEven after hearing it only in old recordings.
\nI turned.
\nA woman stood in the doorway.
\nSilver threaded through her dark hair.
\nTears already in her eyes.
\nMy mother.
\nLaura.
\nAlive.
\nMy knees nearly gave out.
\nShe covered her mouth.
\n\u201cClara.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t speak.
\nShe took one step toward me.
\nI stepped back.
\nHer face collapsed.
\n\u201cI understand.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy voice finally came.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d
\nShe stopped.
\n\u201cYou let me think you were dead.\u201d
\n\u201cI had no choice.\u201d
\nEveryone kept saying that.
\nNo choice.
\nProtection.
\nNecessary.
\nAll the same words.
\n\u201cWhere is Peter?\u201d
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cWho told you about Peter?\u201d
\n\u201cIs he alive?\u201d
\nShe looked away.
\nMy heart sank.
\n\u201cIs he alive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nBoth biological parents alive.
\nBoth absent.
\nBoth watching from shadows.
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cWhere is he?\u201d
\nLaura whispered,
\n\u201cDownstairs.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhy isn\u2019t he here?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause there\u2019s something you need to understand first.\u201d
\n\u201cNo more explanations.\u201d
\n\u201cClara\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI came for truth, not another version designed to protect me.\u201d
\nShe flinched.
\nThen slowly nodded.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d
\nShe walked toward a table.
\nA laptop sat open.
\nShe touched one key.
\nSecurity footage appeared.
\nThe warehouse.
\nThe meeting we had just left.
\nEvery angle.
\nEvery person.
\n\u201cYou were watching us.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou sent the messages.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou sent the photograph of Dad.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou arranged the warehouse meeting.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nAnger surged through me.
\n\u201cYou fired at us?\u201d
\nHer face hardened.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThat answer stopped me.
\n\u201cThen who did?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThe monitor changed.
\nA figure appeared on the rooftop.
\nBlack clothing.
\nCovered face.
\nThen another camera angle.
\nThe figure removed the mask while entering a stairwell.
\nMy blood went cold.
\nI recognized the face.
\nSo did my mother.
\nShe whispered,
\n\u201cThis is why I brought you here.\u201d
\nI moved closer to the screen.
\nThe shooter wasn\u2019t Evelyn.
\nWasn\u2019t Julian.
\nWasn\u2019t Sienna.
\nWasn\u2019t Martin.
\nIt was Victor Dane.
\nThe man who had been guiding me all night.
\nThe man still listening through my earpiece.
\nI slowly reached up.
\nRemoved it.
\nAnd placed it on the table.
\nVictor\u2019s voice came through.
\n\u201cClara?\u201d
\nI stared at the screen.
\nMy mother whispered,
\n\u201cHe isn\u2019t protecting you.\u201d
\nVictor spoke again.
\n\u201cClara, answer me.\u201d
\nLaura looked directly into my eyes.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s been controlling every move since you left JFK.\u201d
\nMy stomach twisted.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cBecause Victor is the one person everyone has been searching for.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nShe reached for another file.
\nOpened it.
\nA photograph appeared of Victor standing beside Robert Cole more than twenty years earlier.
\nThen another.
\nVictor with my biological father Peter.
\nThen another.
\nVictor with Evelyn.
\nThen one with Thomas.
\nHe had been connected to all of them.
\nMy mother whispered,
\n\u201cVictor didn\u2019t work for your father.\u201d
\nI stared at the images.
\n\u201cHe worked for all of them?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHer voice dropped.
\n\u201cThey worked for him.\u201d
\nThe hidden phone beneath my coat suddenly vibrated.
\nOne message.
\nFROM VICTOR:
\nYOU SHOULD NOT HAVE GONE UPSTAIRS.
\nThen every light in the room went out.
\nAnd somewhere below us, a door slammed shut.<\/p>\n
The lights went out so suddenly that I heard my mother gasp before I realized I had stopped breathing.
\nThen the room went silent.
\nNot peaceful.
\nPredatory.
\nMy mother grabbed my wrist.
\n\u201cMove.\u201d
\nI followed her toward the wall.
\nShe pressed something hidden beneath the edge of a bookshelf.
\nA narrow panel opened.
\n\u201cInside.\u201d
\nI hesitated.
\n\u201cWhat about Peter?\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019s already moving.\u201d
\n\u201cYou said he was downstairs.\u201d
\n\u201cHe was.\u201d
\nAnother door slammed somewhere below us.
\nThen footsteps.
\nSlow.
\nHeavy.
\nComing closer.
\nI stepped into the hidden passage.
\nMy mother followed and closed the panel behind us.
\nDarkness swallowed everything.
\n\u201cWhere does this go?\u201d I whispered.
\n\u201cTo the old service stairs.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Victor knows about them?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t answer.
\nThat was enough.
\n\u201cHe knows.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cThen why are we using them?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause he thinks I sealed this route years ago.\u201d
\nWe moved forward.
\nI could barely see anything.
\nMy mother knew the passage by memory.
\nThat disturbed me almost as much as Victor.
\n\u201cHow long have you been here?\u201d
\n\u201cNot continuously.\u201d
\n\u201cHow long have you been watching me?\u201d
\nShe stopped.
\nI nearly walked into her.
\n\u201cClara\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cHow long?\u201d
\nHer voice was small.
\n\u201cSince you were nine.\u201d
\nI stared into the darkness.
\n\u201cYou watched me grow up?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom a distance?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cBirthdays?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cGraduation?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cMy engagement?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cMy wedding?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nI already knew.
\n\u201cYou watched me marry Julian.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nAnger surged through me.
\n\u201cAnd you did nothing.\u201d
\n\u201cI tried.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cI sent warnings.\u201d
\n\u201cTo who?\u201d
\n\u201cMartin.\u201d
\nI almost laughed.
\n\u201cWonderful.\u201d
\n\u201cHe didn\u2019t understand them.\u201d
\n\u201cNo one understands anything in this family because all of you communicate like criminals.\u201d
\nShe had no answer.
\nWe reached a metal staircase.
\nThe sound of footsteps above us stopped.
\nMy mother froze.
\nSomeone was listening.
\nThen Victor\u2019s voice echoed through the building.
\nNot through the earpiece.
\nThrough hidden speakers.
\n\u201cLaura.\u201d
\nMy mother closed her eyes.
\nHe knew her real name.
\n\u201cLaura, you\u2019ve made this unnecessarily difficult.\u201d
\nI whispered,
\n\u201cHe knows we\u2019re here.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cDoes he know this passage?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nVictor continued.
\n\u201cClara, your mother is still lying to you.\u201d
\nMy jaw tightened.
\n\u201cThat part I believe.\u201d
\nMy mother looked at me.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t listen.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what everyone says right before telling me another lie.\u201d
\nVictor laughed softly through the speakers.
\n\u201cExactly.\u201d
\nThen he said something that made my mother stop breathing.
\n\u201cAsk her why Peter never came for you.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cKeep moving.\u201d
\nI didn\u2019t.
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Peter come for me?\u201d
\n\u201cClara.\u201d
\n\u201cAnswer me.\u201d
\nFootsteps moved somewhere above.
\nMy mother whispered,
\n\u201cBecause Peter wanted to.\u201d
\n\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I stopped him.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cYou stopped my biological father from seeing me?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause he was dangerous.\u201d
\n\u201cDangerous how?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\nVictor answered for her.
\n\u201cBecause Peter killed Robert Cole.\u201d
\nMy mother\u2019s face changed.
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cSienna\u2019s father?\u201d
\n\u201cYes,\u201d Victor said.
\nLaura shouted toward the ceiling,
\n\u201cShut up!\u201d
\nVictor laughed.
\n\u201cTruth hurts, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d
\nI turned to my mother.
\n\u201cDid Peter kill him?\u201d
\nShe looked broken.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI backed away.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cRobert tried to kill you.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cYou were nine.\u201d
\nThe night of the crash.
\nEverything circled back.
\nMy mother continued.
\n\u201cRobert learned Peter had evidence that could destroy the entire network.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat network?\u201d
\n\u201cThe companies.\u201d
\n\u201cThe stolen money?\u201d
\n\u201cMore than money.\u201d
\nHer voice lowered.
\n\u201cBribery. Extortion. Political favors. Shell corporations. Blackmail.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cAnd Victor?\u201d
\n\u201cHe built it.\u201d
\nThere it was.
\nThe center of everything.
\nNot Julian.
\nNot Sienna.
\nNot Evelyn.
\nVictor.
\nMy mother continued.
\n\u201cHe recruited people with weaknesses.\u201d
\n\u201cLike Julian.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cLike Sienna?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cMartin?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy stomach sank.
\n\u201cThomas?\u201d
\nAnother hesitation.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nEven the man who raised me.
\nNobody had been untouched.
\n\u201cWhat was Dad\u2019s weakness?\u201d
\n\u201cFear.\u201d
\n\u201cOf what?\u201d
\n\u201cLosing you.\u201d
\nI almost laughed at the cruelty of that answer.
\nThe father who used me as bait had apparently done it because he feared losing me.
\n\u201cVictor knew Peter was investigating him,\u201d Laura said. \u201cSo he used Robert Cole to contain the problem.\u201d
\n\u201cContain?\u201d
\n\u201cKill Peter.\u201d
\n\u201cBut Peter survived.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd killed Robert instead.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd the crash?\u201d
\nShe closed her eyes.
\n\u201cThat happened hours later.\u201d
\nI already knew the answer would hurt.
\n\u201cWas Robert driving the car that forced you off the road?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen who was?\u201d
\nShe looked directly at me.
\n\u201cVictor.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\nThe speakers went silent.
\nToo silent.
\nHe was listening.
\nMy mother grabbed my arm.
\n\u201cWe need to move.\u201d
\nWe descended the stairs.
\nAt the bottom, she pushed open another panel.
\nWe entered a basement room.
\nA man stood beside a steel door.
\nGray hair.
\nThin face.
\nScar across one cheek.
\nHe looked at me and immediately started crying.
\nI knew who he was before anyone said his name.
\nPeter.
\nMy biological father.
\nHe took one step toward me.
\nI didn\u2019t move.
\n\u201cClara.\u201d
\nThe sound of my name in his voice did something I wasn\u2019t prepared for.
\nHe looked at me like he had been waiting twenty-six years to say it.
\nI raised one hand.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\nHe stopped.
\n\u201cI understand.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, you don\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cI probably don\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cAt least one person finally admits it.\u201d
\nHis mouth trembled.
\n\u201cI wanted to come for you.\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother said she stopped you.\u201d
\n\u201cShe did.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nPeter looked at Laura.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cBecause after I killed Robert, Victor gave me a choice.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat choice?\u201d
\n\u201cDisappear forever\u2026 or he would kill you.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cSo you ran.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd watched me from hiding?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHe looked ashamed.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t watch.\u201d
\nThat surprised me.
\n\u201cWhy not?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I knew I wouldn\u2019t survive it.\u201d
\nThat was the first answer all night that sounded completely human.
\nHe continued.
\n\u201cI knew if I saw you, I would try to reach you.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\n\u201cVictor would know.\u201d
\nThe basement lights flickered.
\nPeter immediately stiffened.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s inside.\u201d
\nMy mother looked toward the ceiling.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nPeter reached under his jacket and pulled out a pistol.
\n\u201cHe always gets inside.\u201d
\nI stepped back.
\n\u201cI\u2019m done with guns.\u201d
\n\u201cSo am I,\u201d Peter said. \u201cBut Victor isn\u2019t.\u201d
\nThen a red light blinked above the steel door.
\nA security panel flashed.
\nACCESS GRANTED.
\nMy mother whispered,
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThe steel door unlocked.
\nSlowly.
\nPeter raised the weapon.
\nI grabbed his arm.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t shoot unless you have to.\u201d
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cClara\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m serious.\u201d
\nThe door opened.
\nA man stepped through.
\nNot Victor.
\nMartin.
\nBlood covered one side of his shirt.
\nHe stumbled forward.
\nMy mother rushed toward him.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nMartin collapsed against the wall.
\n\u201cVictor.\u201d
\nPeter aimed the gun.
\nMartin raised both hands.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not with him.\u201d
\nI almost laughed.
\n\u201cEveryone says that eventually.\u201d
\nMartin looked at me.
\n\u201cListen to me.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Victor has Julian.\u201d
\nThat stopped me.
\nI hated Julian.
\nI wanted him exposed.
\nDestroyed financially.
\nDivorced.
\nProsecuted if necessary.
\nBut I didn\u2019t want him dead.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nMartin struggled to breathe.
\n\u201cBack at the warehouse.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about Evelyn?\u201d
\n\u201cGone.\u201d
\n\u201cSienna?\u201d
\n\u201cWith Victor.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s helping him?\u201d
\nMartin shook his head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s his daughter.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nEven Peter looked stunned.
\nI stared at Martin.
\n\u201cSienna is Victor\u2019s daughter?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen Robert Cole wasn\u2019t her father.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDid she know?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d
\nEvery relationship had another hidden relationship underneath it.
\nI asked,
\n\u201cWhy does Victor have Julian?\u201d
\nMartin reached into his coat.
\nHe pulled out a phone.
\nThe screen showed a live video feed.
\nJulian sat tied to a chair in the warehouse.
\nBlood on his lip.
\nVictor stood behind him.
\nSienna stood several feet away, crying.
\nThen Victor looked directly into the camera.
\nAs if he knew I was watching.
\n\u201cHello, Clara.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nVictor smiled.
\n\u201cI\u2019m tired of intermediaries.\u201d
\nHe rested one hand on Julian\u2019s shoulder.
\n\u201cSo here is the deal.\u201d
\nHe lifted a pistol.
\n\u201cYou have thirty minutes to bring me Peter Lang.\u201d
\nPeter stiffened beside me.
\nVictor continued.
\n\u201cOr your husband dies.\u201d
\nI stared at the screen.
\nThen he smiled wider.
\n\u201cAnd before you decide you don\u2019t care about Julian anymore\u2026\u201d
\nThe camera shifted.
\nA second chair came into view.
\nSomeone sat tied to it.
\nThomas.
\nThe father who raised me.
\nVictor pressed the gun against his temple.
\n\u201cChoose carefully.\u201d
\nThe video ended.
\nI looked at Peter.
\nThen at my mother.
\nThen at Martin.
\nEveryone waited for me to decide.
\nFor the first time in my life, nobody was making the decision for me.
\nI looked at the clock.
\nTwenty-nine minutes.
\nThen I said,
\n\u201cWe\u2019re not giving Victor anyone.\u201d
\nPeter frowned.
\n\u201cThen what are we doing?\u201d
\nI picked up Martin\u2019s phone.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re going to make Victor believe he finally won.\u201d<\/p>\n
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