Chapter 39
The police sirens had long faded, swallowed by the vast estate that loomed around them. The air outside the mansion was still heavy with tension, the remnants of violence clinging to Sydney's skin like a phantom touch. She felt raw, shaken, her body aching in places she couldn't even name. But none of that mattered. Because she was home. Alan hadn't let go of her hand since they left the warehouse. Even now, standing in the grand marble foyer of the mansion, his fingers remained firm around hers, as if he feared she'd disappear the moment he loosened his grip. Sydney didn't want him to. She needed him to hold on. Her body trembled, exhaustion threatening to pull her under. She had spent hours in the grasp of fear, praying—begging—for Alan to find her, to save her. And he had. He alway
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