Chapter 115

Sarah's POV

The next morning, I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the stack of papers in front of me. My hands trembled as I picked up the tattered photo, the edges frayed like it had been carried around for years. The man and little girl in the picture didn't look familiar at first, but the more I stared, the more the pieces clicked. The girl was Isabelle. That man-he had the same eyes as her.

My stomach twisted. She'd never mentioned him, never brought up her family. Why was this photo just sitting here, out in the open like a breadcrumb she wanted me to follow again?

I heard footsteps behind me and looked up to see her. Isabelle. She stood in the doorway, her head tilted slightly, a serene smile plastered on her face like she didn't have a care in the world. "Good morning," she said sweetly, her voice soft but somehow grating.

I clenched my teeth, fighting to keep my voice steady. "Is this yours?" I held up the photo.

Her smile faltered for just a second, but she recovered quickly. "Oh, yes. Just an old picture of me and my dad. I was cleaning my room and must've left it there by accident." "Accident?" I repeated, my tone sharper than I intended.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she were trying to decide whether to play innocent or push back. "Yes. Is something wrong, Sarah?"

"Plenty," I said, pushing back my chair. "We need to talk."

In the living room, I stood with my arms crossed, trying to control the shaking in my hands.

Isabelle sat on the edge of the couch, her legs crossed delicately, looking more like a guest than someone who had wormed her way into my home.

"You've been following us, haven't you?" I said, cutting straight to the point.

Her brows knit together in confusion-or maybe she was pretending. "Following you? Sarah, that's ridiculous."

"Is it?" I shot back. "You know too much about us. Things Richard and I haven't told you. And then there's the photo. You weren't just some stranger we decided to help, were you? You've been planning this for months."

Her lips parted, and for a moment, I thought she was going to drop the act. But then her eyes filled with tears. "I can't believe you think that about me," she whispered. "After everything I've been through..."

I blinked, taken aback. "What are you-?"

my own ever since. All I've ever wanted was a

felt

conviction I wanted. "You've been inserting yourself into our lives

make you believe me. I've only ever wanted to be helpful, Sarah. I thought

startling us both. "What's going on

in the

quickly, wiping her tears. "I think

said, my voice rising. "She's manipulating you, Richard, can't you

stepping closer. "Sarah,

calm down!" I snapped. "You've been blind to everything. She's not who she says

said, his

scream. Instead, I grabbed my coat from the back of the chair.

cutting

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in my chest making it

see what was right in front of him-it hurt more

over in front of a park and sat there, staring at nothing. My hands

on her luck. She'd been watching us, studying us. But

the other thing. The thing I'd been ignoring for weeks. The nausea, the

myself it was just stress, but

phone and searched for the

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exam table, my heart pounding as I waited

me like a

her, unable to speak.

the doctor asked, her

nodded slowly, though my mind was spinning.

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