The sound hit Isabella like a physical blow; everything stopped, not the gunfire or movement or even the chaos tearing through the corridor.
Just her.
And her body locked in place, her breath catching painfully in her throat as her mind struggled to process what she had just heard.
That voice….
No.
No, that was impossible. Then who was the child in her arms?
Her arms moved instinctively around the body of the child she was holding and in that moment.
She felt it.
The difference…in weight…the way he moved and didn't react or speak to her the way Mattoe would…her heart dropped.
Then came the slow and horrifying realization, this wasn’t her son, her fingers trembled as she pulled his hoodie back just slightly, enough to see his face again.
He looked similar and even close enough but
