Emma
The country roads blurred past as Mom pushed her sedan to its limits. Each curve brought us closer to the twins, but not fast enough. Not nearly fast enough.
"Update?" I asked Dominic, who hadn't looked up from his phone in minutes.
"James has a team five minutes out." His voice was tight with controlled fear. "Mother's activated all security protocols. The alarm company is sending backup."
"And the twins?" My heart hammered against my ribs.
"Still in the safe room." He showed me the screen – a blueprint of the house with two small dots blinking in what appeared to be a hidden space behind Eleanor's bedroom. "Mother installed tracking in their favorite stuffed animals after Vivian took them that first time."
Of course she had. The Sterling thoroughness at work.
My phone chimed
