Florian rushed to the morgue, barely able to keep his panic in check. The relief when he saw it wasn’t Jean hit him so hard his knees buckled. He staggered out, then sank to the floor, shaking and unable to get up. Mason arrived, sent by Wiona, and Florian practically hung himself on the other man, tears streaming down his face.
“She’s all I have,” he sobbed, voice breaking. “My wife and kids left for another country and never came back. She’s the only family I’ve got here. If something happened to her… what would I even do? God, that scared me so bad…”
Mason rolled his eyes and hauled Florian to his feet. “Get it together. We found a lead on your mom.”
At the same time, Wiona’s phone rang. Conrad’s name flashed on the screen. “Want to see something interesting?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Wiona sat up, instantly alert. “Is this about Sam?”
Conrad let out a quiet laugh. “I’ll send someone to pick you up.”
Lewis showed up himself and drove her out to a village on the city’s eastern edge. It didn’t look much like a typical village. Every home was a modern villa with its own little yard. The place felt peaceful, lazy almost, with nothing out of the ordinary. Lewis kept driving past the main cluster of houses to the edge of the village, where a few homes stood apart from the rest.
He pulled over beneath a huge tree. “Ms. Morgan, we need to park here so we don’t draw attention. We’ll walk the rest of the way to that house.”
He pointed toward a white house up ahead, partly hidden by trees, a small path winding toward it. Wiona nodded and got out. Before they’d gone far, Korey emerged from the path.
“Ms. Morgan, Mr. Sullivan sent me to meet you,” Korey said, smiling warmly. “You’re just in time for the show.”
Wiona’s curiosity spiked. “Is Sam here too?”
Conrad watched her dart away, a smile tugging at his lips. She hadn’t said a word about hurting his shoulder. She could try to run, but he wasn’t letting her go that easily. He was patient. He could wait.
He followed her inside and gently took her arm, guiding her along. “Slow down. What’s the hurry? Do you think I’m going to eat you?”
Wiona glanced at his hand on her arm but didn’t pull away. He was probably only being protective because of the babies. He’d said he wanted to raise them with her, and the way he acted now, he meant it. He was already fussing over how she walked. Soon he’d probably be watching her closer than the staff at Hawthorne Hall. The thought made her smile, despite herself.
Lost in thought, she let Conrad lead her to a huge floor-to-ceiling window. He handed her a pair of binoculars. “Take a look. It’s starting.”
All her worries faded as curiosity took over. She grabbed the binoculars and peered outside, eager to see what the fuss was about. It was chaos out there. Sure enough, she spotted Sam, Alona, and a middle-aged woman who looked exhausted and completely disheveled.

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