MasukMARY'S POV:"Save all your thank-yous for after we win the case in court," he said in a warm, comforting tone. "I am getting into my car right now to drive over to your place. Go pack a big suitcase right away. You are not staying in that house another night; you are coming to stay at my place where you will be safe."I ended the phone call, set the device down on the nightstand, and sat there on the edge of the bed for a moment while the room went quiet again. Then I stood up, pulled a large leather suitcase out of the closet, and began packing my clothes.I spent the next twenty minutes pacing back and forth across the rug in the living room while I waited for him to arrive.My heavy suitcase was standing right near the front door, my folder of evidence was safely tucked inside my leather bag, and my mind was racing with a wild mix of intense fear and strange hope. I had spent so many miserable years feeling completely trapped in this cold house, feeling like I had no way out of
MARY'S POV: I stood up and spoke quietly with the nanny near the door for a few minutes, giving her detailed instructions for the next few hours or days to make sure everything went smoothly. I showed her where the extra groceries were stored in the pantry, pointed out the list of emergency phone numbers taped to the side of the refrigerator, and showed her where Elowen's favorite toys were kept in the closet. I made completely sure she knew how to reach me on my mobile phone at any hour of the night, how to contact the preschool down the street, and what to do if any kind of emergency came up while I was away. Once everything was taken care of, I walked down the hall to my master bedroom and shut the heavy door behind me. I sat down on the cold edge of the mattress, pulled my mobile phone out of my coat pocket, and typed out a quick text message to Hotch. I desperately need your help right now. I managed to get real evidence tonight. Can you please take on my divorce case?
MARY'S POV:I pulled the gear shift back into drive, stepped down on the gas pedal, and began the long drive back to the house.The entire house was pitch black and silent when I unlocked the front door and walked inside.The downstairs lights were all turned off, with the only bit of light coming from a small table lamp sitting in the corner of the living room. Its soft yellow glow cast long, dark shadows across the hardwood floor, bathing the furniture in warm shades of amber. I stood in the quiet entryway for a moment and heard the faint sound of a cartoon show coming from Elowen's bedroom up the stairs, followed by the quiet sound of her talking to the nanny.I walked quietly down the stairs and then the hallway, pushed the bedroom door open, and stepped inside.My small daughter was sitting up near the top of her mattress, her favorite stuffed brown rabbit tucked firmly under her left arm while her big eyes stayed glued to the small television screen on the dresser. The temp
MARY'S POV: I could see the tiny red recording light flashing on the back of his phone, and I noticed the clever angle he was holding the device at to make sure the camera captured everything happening near Vesper's bed. The wide camera lens was pointed straight at her pale face, perfectly positioned to capture every single tear, every word, and every furious glance. He was lying through his teeth, and he knew for a fact that every person in the room knew it. Vesper opened her mouth to snap at him, a mean insult clearly forming on the tip of her tongue. But before she could get a single word out of her throat, I turned around on my heel and slipped right out the open door into the hallway. The long hospital corridor was surprisingly quiet now, the chaotic crowd from earlier having completely cleared out. The long fluorescent light strips humming overhead threw a cool, harsh glow over the shiny floor tiles. From far down the hallway, I could hear the quiet murmur of nurses talkin
MARY'S POV:The wooden door was slammed wide open against the wall, and I stood there watching the blue-haired livestreamer walk right back into the private hospital room as if he owned the entire building.The young man who had started all the commotion just thirty minutes ago, the very same teenager whose primary phone Alistair had smashed to pieces across the hard tile floor, strode across the threshold with a massive grin stretched across his face. He kept both of his hands tucked casually into his hooded sweatshirt pockets, his head tilted back with total confidence, and his dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight. He looked exactly like a cat that had managed to corner a helpless mouse, his whole body practically shaking with loud, unfiltered joy.He gave us a smug little smile and said in a loud voice, "Hey, nobody can kick me out of this room now. My older sister just got transferred directly to the empty bed right against the wall! Go ahead and keep arguing with each other
MARY'S POV:Beatrice turned her head and glared at her son, her eyes burning with a deep, furious rage. She looked like she was ready to pick her heavy handbag up off the floor and beat him across the face with it all over again. Her voice was shaking violently when she finally spoke."Whose child is this, Alistair?"She pulled in a sharp, ragged breath, her chest heaving up and down under her blouse. I could see the painful struggle written across her face, the wild fight going on inside her between wanting to scream at her son and wanting to protect me from any more pain. She suddenly raised her hand, cutting him off before he could open his mouth to answer."No," she said, her voice dropping into a harsh whisper. "Shut your mouth. Do not say another word."Instead of listening to him, she turned away from her son entirely, stepped right up to my side, and wrapped her strong arm tightly around my shoulders. Her grip was protective and firm, the fierce embrace of a mother shield
ELIJAH'S POV:He looked at me for a long moment with those serious eyes that were so much like Hannah's. Then he nodded slowly.I pulled him into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going to bring your mom home. I promise you.""You better," he whispered against my chest.Within minute
HANNAH’S POV: Thankfully. the traffic was merciful that evening. I arrived at Elijah’s office building earlier than expected, the sky painted in soft hues of gold as the sun began to set. I pulled into the parking lot, stepping out with excitement already fluttering in my chest. My phone rang ins
HANNAH'S POV:I sat with that."The name Mirada," Maya said carefully, "is in four languages on the trending lists right now and it's not the brand or the collection but the name itself. Mirada.”The name itself.I pressed the paper a little tighter in my hand."She is everywhere," I said quietly.
HANNAH'S POV: Elijah found me in the greenroom about twenty minutes after the show ended. He came through the door and looked at me across the room and there was a proud look on his face. "The twins?" I said into his shoulder. "With my parents. Safe and asleep and apparently Amelia had been tell







