Brielle’s POV
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Even as Gregory drove like the world was on fire, swerving through narrow roads and speeding past red lights, I couldn’t catch my breath. The notebook was clutched to my chest like a lifeline, the USB drive buried deep in my pocket.
“She’s alive,” I whispered again, as if saying it over and over could make it real. “She’s alive.”
Gregory didn’t say anything. His jaw was tight, eyes locked on the road.
We were going to see her.
Sandra had given us the location.
A place on the outskirts of town—a mental health facility, hidden behind private fences and silence. My mother had been admitted six months ago under a false name. Sandra only found out because one of her old colleagues worked there.
“Do you think she even knows we’re coming?” I a
