Because if there’s even the slightest chance answers are sitting there...i need to see for myself.
I rise slowly from my chair ignoring the pull of pain in my side.
"Come with me."
Lucas immediately narrows his eyes.
"To the site?"
"Yes."
His posture stiffens slightly, that reaction doesn’t surprise me. Nobody likes that place, not after what happened there.
"It’s okay," I tell him quietly. "The place has been untouched since we weren’t partners any more ."
Lucas still looks wary as I grab my keys from the desk.
"I just need to see if I can pull records from that day off the cameras."
Silence. Then finally Lucas nods once.
"Alright."
And for the first time in years...I have a feeling we’re finally getting close to the truth.
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Elaine’s POV
When I wake up, the room is dark. For one terrifying second, I panic thinking something is wrong, then I realize it’s almost evening already.
"Oh shit."
I blink sleepily while pushing myself upright against the pillows. My body feels much better than before though, less heavy and nauseous. Still emotional as hel though and pregnant.
That thought immediately makes me stare blankly down at my stomach again.
Jesus Christ.
A tiny laugh leaves me before I rub tiredly at my face and climb carefully out of bed.
The house is unusually quiet as I head downstairs. Too quiet actually
The smell of food reaches me before I enter the kitchen.
"Tessa?"
The second she looks up from the stove, her face brightens instantly.
"Oh my God, finally!"
She hurries toward me immediately wrapping me into a tight hug before I can react.
"You scared us earlier."
I laugh softly.
"I was just tired."
"You looked like death."
"Wow. Such kindness."
She squeezes me once more before pulling back and Honestly, seeing her feels comforting.
The kitchen immediately feels alive with her in it. A large pot simmers on the stove while chopped vegetables sit scattered across the counter.
"You feeling better?" she asks carefully.
"Yeah," I admit. "Much better."
"Good."
She smiles warmly before dragging me toward one of the stools near the island counter.
"Sit."
"Yes ma’am."
She snorts softly before returning to the stove. I watch her quietly for a minute while she stirs something.
Something feels... off but I can’t place my finger on it.
I notice her glance toward the doorway quickly before looking away again. Myaybe I’m imagining it today has been emotionally insane after all.
"You okay?" I ask finally.
She turns too quickly.
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"I’m fine."
There’s the smile again bt something underneath it feels strained.
Still, she immediately changes the subject before I can think deeper into it.
"Actually," she says while wiping her hands with a towel, "I wanted to ask you something."
I tilt my head.
"What?"
"I need to pick up a few things for dinner later." She gestures vaguely toward the stove. "You mind escorting me?"
I blink.
"Escorting you?"
She grins.
"Yes, bodyguard."
I laugh softly.
"You know there’s like fifty actual guards around this place right?"
"Yeah but they’re boring."
Fair enough.
"Where are June and Lila anyway?" I ask while climbing off the stool.


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