For several seconds, I could do nothing but stare.
\nMara stood at the entrance of Unit 17.
\nAlive.
\nOlder.
\nDifferent.
\nAnd yet somehow exactly the same person I remembered from fourteen years ago.
\nThe same eyes.
\nThe same small scar near her eyebrow.
\nThe same way she tilted her head when she was trying to decide whether someone was telling the truth.
\nBut there was one enormous difference.
\nShe was holding my son.
\nMiles was wrapped in a blanket against her chest.
\nHis eyes were open.
\nHe wasn’t crying anymore.
\nHe was looking directly at me.
\n“Miles.”
\nI took one step forward.
\nMara raised her hand.
\n“Don’t.”
\nI stopped.<\/p>\n
My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it.<\/p>\n
“Give me my son.”<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
“I will.”<\/p>\n
“When?”<\/p>\n
“When you listen.”<\/p>\n
“I’ve listened enough.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Her voice was calm.<\/p>\n
“You’ve listened to everyone except the person who was there.”<\/p>\n
I looked at the man beside her.<\/p>\n
He hadn’t changed much from the photograph.<\/p>\n
Older, yes.<\/p>\n
Gray at the temples.<\/p>\n
A deeper line across his forehead.<\/p>\n
But it was him.<\/p>\n
The man I had spent fourteen years believing was dead.<\/p>\n
The man connected to the case that had destroyed part of my memory.<\/p>\n
The man whose name had appeared in old reports and then disappeared.<\/p>\n
“Mara,” I said.<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
“You remember me.”<\/p>\n
“I remember you.”<\/p>\n
“Then you remember what happened.”<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
“Not the way you think.”<\/p>\n
I felt anger rise.<\/p>\n
“Where is my daughter?”<\/p>\n
Mara’s expression changed.<\/p>\n
“Tessa?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“She’s behind you.”<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
Tessa was standing beside my wife.<\/p>\n
Her face was pale.<\/p>\n
She had heard everything.<\/p>\n
I immediately walked toward her.<\/p>\n
She ran into my arms.<\/p>\n
I held her tightly.<\/p>\n
“I’ve got you.”<\/p>\n
She buried her face against my chest.<\/p>\n
“I thought you weren’t coming back.”<\/p>\n
“I told you I would.”<\/p>\n
She held on tighter.<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
Behind us, Mara spoke.<\/p>\n
“That’s exactly what you said to me.”<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
I turned around.<\/p>\n
She was looking at me.<\/p>\n
“Fourteen years ago.”<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
“You remember.”<\/p>\n
“I remember everything.”<\/p>\n
The man beside her smiled.<\/p>\n
“That’s the problem.”<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
“Who are you?”<\/p>\n
He answered with a name I hadn’t heard in fourteen years.<\/p>\n
“Victor.”<\/p>\n
The name hit me like a physical blow.<\/p>\n
Victor.<\/p>\n
My old client’s brother.<\/p>\n
The man I had believed died after disappearing from the case.<\/p>\n
The man whose body had supposedly been identified.<\/p>\n
I remembered the police telling me.<\/p>\n
I remembered signing paperwork.<\/p>\n
I remembered seeing photographs.<\/p>\n
But now he stood in front of me.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mara.<\/p>\n
“You knew he was alive.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“You’ve been working with him.”<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
“Not exactly.”<\/p>\n
Victor smiled.<\/p>\n
“She’s been trying to stop me.”<\/p>\n
Mara looked at him.<\/p>\n
“Don’t.”<\/p>\n
Victor shrugged.<\/p>\n
“You wanted him to know the truth.”<\/p>\n
“I wanted him to remember.”<\/p>\n
“Same thing.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
“It’s not the same thing.”<\/p>\n
I felt Tessa gripping my hand.<\/p>\n
My wife stood behind us.<\/p>\n
Daniel was near the entrance.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Then Miles made a small sound.<\/p>\n
Mara looked down at him.<\/p>\n
“He hasn’t been hurt.”<\/p>\n
“Give him to me.”<\/p>\n
“I will.”<\/p>\n
She walked toward me.<\/p>\n
Victor didn’t stop her.<\/p>\n
Mara carefully handed Miles over.<\/p>\n
I pulled him against my chest.<\/p>\n
He immediately grabbed my shirt.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
For the first time in what felt like hours, I knew he was safe.<\/p>\n
I kissed the top of his head.<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n
He made a sleepy sound.<\/p>\n
I held him tighter.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at Mara.<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
She understood the question.<\/p>\n
“Why take him?”<\/p>\n
“Because I knew you would come.”<\/p>\n
“You could have called me.”<\/p>\n
“You wouldn’t have believed me.”<\/p>\n
“You could have taken Tessa.”<\/p>\n
Her face hardened.<\/p>\n
“Never.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“Because I know what it feels like to be used as leverage.”<\/p>\n
She looked at Tessa.<\/p>\n
“I would never do that to her.”<\/p>\n
I looked around Unit 17.<\/p>\n
“Then what is this?”<\/p>\n
She didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
Victor did.<\/p>\n
“A record.”<\/p>\n
“Of what?”<\/p>\n
“People.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“Because people forget.”<\/p>\n
I looked at the walls.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Families.<\/p>\n
Children.<\/p>\n
Dogs.<\/p>\n
“Who made these?”<\/p>\n
Victor smiled.<\/p>\n
“We did.”<\/p>\n
Mara shook her head.<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Victor looked at her.<\/p>\n
“Don’t pretend you weren’t part of it.”<\/p>\n
“I was a child.”<\/p>\n
“You were a subject.”<\/p>\n
“I was seven.”<\/p>\n
“And you survived.”<\/p>\n
Mara’s eyes hardened.<\/p>\n
“Because Grant saved me.”<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
“I don’t remember saving you.”<\/p>\n
“You don’t remember a lot.”<\/p>\n
Victor stepped forward.<\/p>\n
“You were supposed to die.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“Fourteen years ago, you found Mara in the house.”<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“You found the second dog.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“You discovered what the dogs had been trained to do.”<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
“I remember the dog was aggressive.”<\/p>\n
Victor laughed.<\/p>\n
“That is what you were told.”<\/p>\n
“What was the truth?”<\/p>\n
He looked at Mara.<\/p>\n
“Tell him.”<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
“The dogs were trained to recognize people.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
“They were trained to recognize specific people by scent.”<\/p>\n
“For what?”<\/p>\n
“Tracking.”<\/p>\n
“Tracking who?”<\/p>\n
“People who were trying to disappear.”<\/p>\n
I looked at the photographs.<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“Because someone was paying for it.”<\/p>\n
“Who?”<\/p>\n
Victor smiled.<\/p>\n
“People with money.”<\/p>\n
“That’s not an answer.”<\/p>\n
“It’s the only answer you need.”<\/p>\n
Mara interrupted.<\/p>\n
“They were finding witnesses.”<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
“Witnesses to what?”<\/p>\n
She looked at Victor.<\/p>\n
“The organization.”<\/p>\n
Victor’s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
“Careful.”<\/p>\n
Mara continued.<\/p>\n
“They were identifying people who knew too much.”<\/p>\n
“Then why me?”<\/p>\n
“Because you discovered it.”<\/p>\n
I remembered the old case.<\/p>\n
The dog.<\/p>\n
The strange commands.<\/p>\n
The hidden room.<\/p>\n
The terrified child.<\/p>\n
My own voice telling someone:<\/p>\n
“I’ll be back.”<\/p>\n
Then the memory shifted.<\/p>\n
A door.<\/p>\n
A gunshot.<\/p>\n
A dog barking.<\/p>\n
Mara screaming.<\/p>\n
And me running.<\/p>\n
I grabbed my head.<\/p>\n
My wife stepped forward.<\/p>\n
“Grant?”<\/p>\n
I held up my hand.<\/p>\n
“I’m okay.”<\/p>\n
But I wasn’t.<\/p>\n
A memory was coming.<\/p>\n
Not all of it.<\/p>\n
Just fragments.<\/p>\n
I was carrying Mara.<\/p>\n
She was bleeding.<\/p>\n
Someone was chasing us.<\/p>\n
The German Shepherd was between us and the doorway.<\/p>\n
I had shouted:<\/p>\n
“Stay!”<\/p>\n
The dog obeyed.<\/p>\n
Then I had hidden Mara somewhere.<\/p>\n
A basement.<\/p>\n
A small room.<\/p>\n
A blue folder.<\/p>\n
I looked at the wall.<\/p>\n
The photographs suddenly made sense.<\/p>\n
“This place…”<\/p>\n
Mara nodded.<\/p>\n
“You found it before.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“I’ve never been here.”<\/p>\n
“You have.”<\/p>\n
I looked at the floor.<\/p>\n
There was a mark carved into the concrete.<\/p>\n
A small triangle.<\/p>\n
I recognized it.<\/p>\n
My hand touched it.<\/p>\n
I remembered making that mark.<\/p>\n
My knees nearly gave out.<\/p>\n
“I was here.”<\/p>\n
Mara nodded.<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“When?”<\/p>\n
“After you got me out.”<\/p>\n
“Why don’t I remember?”<\/p>\n
She looked at Victor.<\/p>\n
“Because they made sure you didn’t.”<\/p>\n
My wife whispered:<\/p>\n
“Who?”<\/p>\n
Victor answered.<\/p>\n
“Doctors.”<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
“What did they do to me?”<\/p>\n
“Nothing dramatic.”<\/p>\n
His voice was almost casual.<\/p>\n
“They gave you a reason to forget.”<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
“A concussion?”<\/p>\n
“Among other things.”<\/p>\n
Mara stepped closer.<\/p>\n
“You were injured.”<\/p>\n
“I remember being injured.”<\/p>\n
“But you don’t remember what happened afterward.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“You woke up in a hospital.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“You were told the man responsible had died.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“You were told Mara had been killed.”<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“And you believed it.”<\/p>\n
“Because the police told me.”<\/p>\n
Mara shook her head.<\/p>\n
“The police didn’t know everything.”<\/p>\n
Victor laughed quietly.<\/p>\n
“They knew enough.”<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
“You were connected to them.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“How deep?”<\/p>\n
“Deep enough.”<\/p>\n
Daniel suddenly spoke.<\/p>\n
“Then why did you hire me?”<\/p>\n
Victor looked at him.<\/p>\n
“Because you were useful.”<\/p>\n
Daniel stepped backward.<\/p>\n
“I didn’t know.”<\/p>\n
“You knew enough.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Victor’s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
“You watched the house.”<\/p>\n
“I thought it was surveillance for Grant.”<\/p>\n
“It was.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“To see whether he remembered.”<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n
I believed him.<\/p>\n
At least partially.<\/p>\n
Then I looked at my wife.<\/p>\n
“And you?”<\/p>\n
She lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n
“What did you know?”<\/p>\n
“I knew about Mara.”<\/p>\n
The words struck harder than anything else.<\/p>\n
“You knew?”<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
“When?”<\/p>\n
“Before we met.”<\/p>\n
“How?”<\/p>\n
“Victor contacted me.”<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
“You worked for him?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Then why?”<\/p>\n
“Because I was trying to find Mara.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“Because she was alive.”<\/p>\n
“How did you know?”<\/p>\n
“Because I saw her.”<\/p>\n
I looked at Mara.<\/p>\n
“When?”<\/p>\n
My wife whispered:<\/p>\n
“Years ago.”<\/p>\n
Mara nodded.<\/p>\n
“She found me.”<\/p>\n
I felt betrayed all over again.<\/p>\n
“You two knew each other?”<\/p>\n
Mara shook her head.<\/p>\n
“Not well.”<\/p>\n
My wife said:<\/p>\n
“I was trying to protect her.”<\/p>\n
“Then why did you keep secrets from me?”<\/p>\n
“Because every time I tried to tell you, someone threatened us.”<\/p>\n
“Who?”<\/p>\n
She looked at Victor.<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
“Not me.”<\/p>\n
Mara said:<\/p>\n
“That doesn’t mean it wasn’t someone connected to him.”<\/p>\n
Victor turned toward her.<\/p>\n
“Enough.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Mara’s voice became stronger.<\/p>\n
“He deserves the truth.”<\/p>\n
Victor took one step forward.<\/p>\n
Mara didn’t move.<\/p>\n
“He deserves to know why Tessa was targeted.”<\/p>\n
I tightened my grip around Miles.<\/p>\n
“What does Tessa have to do with any of this?”<\/p>\n
Mara looked at my daughter.<\/p>\n
“Everything.”<\/p>\n
Tessa stared back.<\/p>\n
Mara crouched so they were at eye level.<\/p>\n
“Do you remember your grandmother?”<\/p>\n
Tessa shook her head.<\/p>\n
“I never met her.”<\/p>\n
Mara looked at me.<\/p>\n
“That’s not true.”<\/p>\n
I felt cold.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“She met you.”<\/p>\n
“When?”<\/p>\n
“Before she died.”<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
“My mother died when I was nineteen.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“How could she have met Tessa?”<\/p>\n
Mara didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
My wife did.<\/p>\n
“Because Tessa was born before we got married.”<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
Tessa looked confused.<\/p>\n
My wife immediately said:<\/p>\n
“Grant, listen.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
I stepped backward.<\/p>\n
“What are you saying?”<\/p>\n
“Tessa isn’t your biological daughter.”<\/p>\n
I looked at Tessa.<\/p>\n
She was frightened.<\/p>\n
I knelt beside her.<\/p>\n
“That doesn’t change anything.”<\/p>\n
My wife cried.<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
“She’s my daughter.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
“I raised her.”<\/p>\n
“I know.”<\/p>\n
“Then why are we talking about this?”<\/p>\n
“Because they think her bloodline matters.”<\/p>\n
Victor nodded.<\/p>\n
“Not her bloodline.”<\/p>\n
He pointed at Tessa.<\/p>\n
“Her memory.”<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
Mara stepped in.<\/p>\n
“Tessa remembers things she shouldn’t.”<\/p>\n
My daughter shook her head.<\/p>\n
“I don’t.”<\/p>\n
Mara smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
“You do.”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“Dreams.”<\/p>\n
Tessa looked at her.<\/p>\n
“Sometimes.”<\/p>\n
“What do you dream about?”<\/p>\n
Tessa hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then she said:<\/p>\n
“A house.”<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
“What house?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
Mara looked at me.<\/p>\n
“Ask her what happens in the basement.”<\/p>\n
Tessa stared at Mara.<\/p>\n
“I don’t like the basement.”<\/p>\n
“What happens?”<\/p>\n
“I hear a dog.”<\/p>\n
Mara’s face changed.<\/p>\n
“Does the dog talk?”<\/p>\n
Tessa nodded.<\/p>\n
Not literally.<\/p>\n
Of course not.<\/p>\n
But she said:<\/p>\n
“It shows me things.”<\/p>\n
I felt chills.<\/p>\n
“Like what?”<\/p>\n
Tessa looked at me.<\/p>\n
“You.”<\/p>\n
I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n
“What do you see?”<\/p>\n
“You carrying me.”<\/p>\n
“When?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
“Where?”<\/p>\n
“A hallway.”<\/p>\n
Mara whispered:<\/p>\n
“She’s remembering.”<\/p>\n
Victor suddenly looked angry.<\/p>\n
“That’s enough.”<\/p>\n
Mara stood.<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
Victor moved toward her.<\/p>\n
Daniel stepped between them.<\/p>\n
“Back up.”<\/p>\n
Victor stared at him.<\/p>\n
“You really think you can stop me?”<\/p>\n
Daniel didn’t move.<\/p>\n
“Try.”<\/p>\n
Victor smiled.<\/p>\n
Then he reached inside his coat.<\/p>\n
I instinctively stepped in front of Tessa and Miles.<\/p>\n
But Victor didn’t pull out a weapon.<\/p>\n
He pulled out a photograph.<\/p>\n
He tossed it onto the table.<\/p>\n
It landed face up.<\/p>\n
I walked over.<\/p>\n
My blood froze.<\/p>\n
The photograph showed Tessa as a baby.<\/p>\n
But the date was impossible.<\/p>\n
It was taken before Tessa was born.<\/p>\n
I looked at my wife.<\/p>\n
She covered her face.<\/p>\n
“Grant…”<\/p>\n
“Tell me.”<\/p>\n
She didn’t.<\/p>\n
Victor did.<\/p>\n
“Tessa was part of the plan before she was born.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“Because her mother carried something.”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“A memory.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“That makes no sense.”<\/p>\n
Mara stepped closer.<\/p>\n
“It will.”<\/p>\n
She pointed to the photograph.<\/p>\n
“Look at the bracelet.”<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
A tiny silver bracelet was around the baby’s wrist.<\/p>\n
Engraved on it was a number.<\/p>\n
I looked at Tessa’s wrist.<\/p>\n
She wasn’t wearing a bracelet.<\/p>\n
But she had a small birthmark.<\/p>\n
A tiny crescent-shaped mark.<\/p>\n
I had seen it a thousand times.<\/p>\n
I never thought anything of it.<\/p>\n
Mara whispered:<\/p>\n
“That mark is why they chose her.”<\/p>\n
I looked at my daughter.<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
Mara’s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
“Because she was born with something they thought they had lost fourteen years ago.”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
“The memory of where the original records were hidden.”<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
“What records?”<\/p>\n
“The names.”<\/p>\n
“Which names?”<\/p>\n
Mara looked toward the wall.<\/p>\n
“Everyone.”<\/p>\n
I felt the pieces coming together.<\/p>\n
The photographs.<\/p>\n
The children.<\/p>\n
The families.<\/p>\n
The dogs.<\/p>\n
The surveillance.<\/p>\n
The second phone.<\/p>\n
The storage unit.<\/p>\n
The number seventeen.<\/p>\n
My old case.<\/p>\n
Mara.<\/p>\n
Tessa.<\/p>\n
But one question remained.<\/p>\n
“Where is the original?”<\/p>\n
Mara looked at me.<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
Victor smiled.<\/p>\n
“I do.”<\/p>\n
He reached into his coat again.<\/p>\n
This time he pulled out a small metal key.<\/p>\n
Stamped into the metal were two characters.<\/p>\n
17.<\/strong><\/p>\n He held it toward me.<\/p>\n “The original is in the one place you never thought to look.”<\/p>\n I stared at the key.<\/p>\n “Where?”<\/p>\n Victor smiled.<\/p>\n “Your training field.”<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n The place where I had been standing when Tessa called.<\/p>\n The place where this entire nightmare had started again.<\/p>\n Victor turned toward the exit.<\/p>\n “We have eight minutes.”<\/p>\n “Eight minutes for what?”<\/p>\n He looked back.<\/p>\n “For you to decide whether you want the truth…”<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n “…or your family.”<\/p>\n Then the lights inside Unit 17 suddenly went out.<\/p>\n In the darkness, I heard a dog growl.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Three dogs.<\/p>\n Not one.<\/p>\n Not two.<\/p>\n Three.<\/p>\n Tessa whispered:<\/p>\n “Dad…”<\/p>\n I held her hand.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n “I remember now.”<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n “What do you remember?”<\/p>\n She looked into the darkness.<\/p>\n “The second dog.”<\/p>\n I waited.<\/p>\n “What about it?”<\/p>\n Her voice trembled.<\/p>\n “It wasn’t trained to find people.”<\/p>\n “What was it trained to find?”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “It was trained to find the place where you hid the names.”<\/p>\n A flashlight clicked on.<\/p>\n Mara was holding it.<\/p>\n She was looking directly at me.<\/p>\n And behind her, on the wall, a photograph had appeared that hadn’t been there before.<\/p>\n It showed me fourteen years earlier.<\/p>\n Standing beside Mara.<\/p>\n Holding a baby.<\/p>\n I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n The baby wasn’t Tessa.<\/p>\n It was Miles.<\/p>\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n The photograph was dated fourteen years earlier.<\/p>\n Impossible.<\/p>\n Then I noticed the person standing behind me in the photograph.<\/p>\n It was my wife.<\/p>\n But she looked exactly the way she looked today.<\/p>\n And beneath the photograph was one sentence:<\/p>\n MILES WAS BORN FOURTEEN YEARS AGO.<\/strong><\/p>\n I turned toward my wife.<\/p>\n She was crying.<\/p>\n “Grant…”<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She whispered:<\/p>\n “I can explain.”<\/p>\n But before she could say another word, the lights came back on.<\/p>\n Mara was gone.<\/p>\n Victor was gone.<\/p>\n The dogs were gone.<\/p>\n And the only thing left on the table was the metal key.<\/p>\n Beside it was a note.<\/p>\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n My hands were shaking.<\/p>\n It said:<\/p>\n PART 8 BEGINS WHERE YOUR MEMORY ENDS.<\/strong><\/p>\n Then I heard Tessa behind me.<\/p>\n “Dad?”<\/p>\n I turned.<\/p>\n She was staring at the photograph.<\/p>\n “That’s not Miles.”<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n She pointed to the baby.<\/p>\n “That’s not my brother.”<\/p>\n I looked again.<\/p>\n She was right.<\/p>\n The baby in the photograph had a small scar beneath his left eye.<\/p>\n Miles didn’t.<\/p>\n I looked at my wife.<\/p>\n She was staring at the photograph too.<\/p>\n Then she whispered:<\/p>\n “That isn’t Miles.”<\/p>\n I felt a strange relief.<\/p>\n But it lasted only a second.<\/p>\n Because she continued:<\/p>\n “That’s the baby they took from me.”<\/p>\n The room went silent.<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n “What baby?”<\/p>\n She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n “The one I was told had died.”<\/p>\n I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n Then at Tessa.<\/p>\n Then at the empty doorway where Mara had disappeared.<\/p>\n And suddenly I understood why someone had been watching our family.<\/p>\n They weren’t trying to take my children.<\/p>\n They were trying to find someone.<\/p>\n Someone who had been missing for fourteen years.<\/p>\n Someone whose identity had been hidden inside our family.<\/p>\n And as I looked at the photograph one more time, I noticed the baby’s bracelet.<\/p>\n The number was no longer 17.<\/p>\n Someone had scratched it out.<\/p>\n Underneath it, another number had been written.<\/p>\n 18.<\/strong><\/p>\n Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n The caller ID showed one word:<\/p>\n Mara.<\/strong><\/p>\n I 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