Sophia and I allied and vowed to fight back.
We risked everything, even our lives, to save our children and bring the guilty to justice.
As we walked out of the park, hand in hand, a black Maybach rolled up alongside us. The window lowered, revealing Anthony's hollow, lifeless face from the shadows.
His eyes were sunken and grim, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the window frame.
In the backseat sat the fake Mia. She pressed against the window and was staring at us with her wide, unblinking eyes.
The moment I locked eyes with Anthony, cold sweat trickled down my spine, freezing me in place.
All I could think of was that nightmare—Anthony, drenched in blood, swinging an axe. That scene replayed over and over in my dreams.
"Honey, where've you been? I've been looking everywhere
