POV: Amelia
Clara slammed the truck door as we pulled into a hidden driveway behind an old farmhouse. “We’re here. Get inside fast.”
I jumped out, bag over my shoulder. “This place looks abandoned. Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Safer than anywhere else right now,” Clara said, unlocking the back door. “Victoria has eyes everywhere in the city. Move.”
We stepped into a dusty kitchen. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling. My legs still shook from the chase.
Clara locked the door behind us. “Sit. I made coffee earlier. Strong.”
I sat at the wooden table. “The twins. Tell me everything. No more pieces.”
Clara poured two cups and slid one to me. “Aiden and Ava. Six years old. Born through Lila as a surrogate, basically. Victoria paid doctors to fake the death records. They live with a co
