The voice came from somewhere outside.
\nA woman’s voice.
\nSoft.
\nAlmost too soft to hear.
\nBut I knew it.
\nMy entire body recognized it before my mind could accept it.
\nI stepped toward the open bedroom window.
\n“Who are you?”
\nNo answer.
\nRebecca grabbed my shoulder.
\n“Don’t.”
\nI turned toward her.
\n“You heard that.”
\n“I heard something.”
\n“No.”
\nI shook my head.
\n“I heard her.”
\n“David, you’re exhausted.”
\n“That was my wife’s voice.”
\nRebecca stared at me.
\nFor a moment, neither of us moved.
\nThen Emma whispered:
\n“Mommy.”
\nI turned so quickly that my neck hurt.
\nEmma was standing beside the bed.
\nShe wasn’t looking at me.
\nShe was staring at the photograph.
\nHer little fingers trembled.
\n“That’s Mommy.”
\nI swallowed.
\n“You remember her?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“You told me you barely remembered the fire.”<\/p>\n
“I don’t remember everything.”<\/p>\n
She pointed to the woman in the photograph.<\/p>\n
“But I remember her face.”<\/p>\n
My hands tightened around the photograph.<\/p>\n
“Emma, when did you last see your mother?”<\/p>\n
She looked down.<\/p>\n
“Before Uncle David took me.”<\/p>\n
“Where?”<\/p>\n
“In a house.”<\/p>\n
“What house?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
“Was Mommy there?”<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
“She was crying.”<\/p>\n
My heart felt like it was being crushed.<\/p>\n
“What did she say?”<\/p>\n
Emma closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
“She said she was sorry.”<\/p>\n
“For what?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
Then Emma looked at me.<\/p>\n
“But she told me something.”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“She said, ‘Don’t trust the man with the scar.'”<\/p>\n
I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
She immediately understood.<\/p>\n
“The man outside.”<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
The gray-haired man.<\/p>\n
The scar.<\/p>\n
The mysterious visitor.<\/p>\n
He wasn’t simply watching Emma.<\/p>\n
He had been part of her life long before I knew he existed.<\/p>\n
And my wife had warned her about him.<\/p>\n
But if my wife was alive\u2026<\/p>\n
Why had she never come home?<\/p>\n
Why had she allowed me to bury an empty grave?<\/p>\n
Why had she let me believe our daughter was dead?<\/p>\n
And why had she left a message for me only now?<\/p>\n
Rebecca’s radio suddenly crackled.<\/p>\n
“Unit Three, report.”<\/p>\n
She lifted it.<\/p>\n
“Go ahead.”<\/p>\n
Static.<\/p>\n
Then an officer’s voice.<\/p>\n
“We found something behind the house.”<\/p>\n
Rebecca glanced at me.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“A vehicle.”<\/p>\n
“What kind?”<\/p>\n
“Black SUV.”<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
“Is anyone inside?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Plates?”<\/p>\n
“Removed.”<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
“Stay here.”<\/p>\n
“I’m coming.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“I need to know.”<\/p>\n
“David\u2014”<\/p>\n
“My daughter is involved.”<\/p>\n
She stared at me for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then nodded.<\/p>\n
“Stay behind us.”<\/p>\n
We went outside.<\/p>\n
The night air was cold.<\/p>\n
The street was empty.<\/p>\n
But the SUV sat behind a row of trees.<\/p>\n
Its doors were unlocked.<\/p>\n
The interior smelled faintly of smoke.<\/p>\n
Rebecca opened the rear door.<\/p>\n
There was nothing inside.<\/p>\n
Then one officer shouted.<\/p>\n
“Detective!”<\/p>\n
We turned.<\/p>\n
He was holding something.<\/p>\n
A child’s shoe.<\/p>\n
Pink.<\/p>\n
Small.<\/p>\n
Emma looked at it.<\/p>\n
Her face immediately went white.<\/p>\n
“I know that.”<\/p>\n
I crouched beside her.<\/p>\n
“Where?”<\/p>\n
“That was hers.”<\/p>\n
“Whose?”<\/p>\n
Emma pointed toward the woods.<\/p>\n
“The other girl.”<\/p>\n
Everyone became silent.<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at the officer.<\/p>\n
“Bag it.”<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
Then Emma grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n
“Dad.”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“She’s still alive.”<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
“Who?”<\/p>\n
“The girl from the picture.”<\/p>\n
“What makes you think that?”<\/p>\n
“Because I saw her yesterday.”<\/p>\n
Rebecca knelt in front of her.<\/p>\n
“Where?”<\/p>\n
Emma pointed toward the road.<\/p>\n
“In the car.”<\/p>\n
“What car?”<\/p>\n
“The black one.”<\/p>\n
Rebecca exchanged a look with the officers.<\/p>\n
“What did she look like?”<\/p>\n
Emma whispered:<\/p>\n
“Like me.”<\/p>\n
We returned to the house.<\/p>\n
Rebecca wouldn’t let me touch anything else.<\/p>\n
The flash drive was sealed inside an evidence bag.<\/p>\n
The letter was photographed.<\/p>\n
The photograph was copied.<\/p>\n
Every object became evidence.<\/p>\n
But none of that answered the question destroying me.<\/p>\n
Where was my wife?<\/p>\n
At three in the morning, Rebecca finally said:<\/p>\n
“We need to talk about your marriage.”<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
“My marriage ended two years ago.”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
“That’s what you thought.”<\/p>\n
She opened her laptop.<\/p>\n
“We traced the photograph.”<\/p>\n
“How?”<\/p>\n
“Metadata.”<\/p>\n
She turned the screen toward me.<\/p>\n
The photograph had been taken at 4:17 p.m.<\/p>\n
Yesterday.<\/p>\n
Location data was partially corrupted.<\/p>\n
But one coordinate remained.<\/p>\n
A town nearly three hundred miles away.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
“That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“Because I’ve never been there.”<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at Emma.<\/p>\n
“Apparently someone from your family has.”<\/p>\n
I felt a chill.<\/p>\n
“David?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
“Then who?”<\/p>\n
She turned the laptop.<\/p>\n
There was a property record.<\/p>\n
The owner was listed as:<\/p>\n
Evelyn Carter.<\/strong><\/p>\n My wife’s name.<\/p>\n I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n “She owns a house?”<\/p>\n “According to public records.”<\/p>\n “Where?”<\/p>\n Rebecca gave me the address.<\/p>\n I recognized the town.<\/p>\n It was where my wife and I had spent our honeymoon.<\/p>\n A tiny mountain community.<\/p>\n We hadn’t returned there since.<\/p>\n “She bought it when?”<\/p>\n “Six months before the fire.”<\/p>\n I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n Six months.<\/p>\n My wife had secretly purchased a house six months before she supposedly died.<\/p>\n Why?<\/p>\n We left before sunrise.<\/p>\n Emma stayed with a trusted officer while Rebecca and I drove.<\/p>\n Three hundred miles.<\/p>\n Four hours.<\/p>\n Four hours of silence.<\/p>\n I kept looking at the photograph on my phone.<\/p>\n My wife.<\/p>\n Alive.<\/p>\n Standing beside a black SUV.<\/p>\n Watching our daughter.<\/p>\n Every time I looked at it, I felt anger.<\/p>\n Then hope.<\/p>\n Then anger again.<\/p>\n At one point Rebecca broke the silence.<\/p>\n “If she’s alive, we don’t know why she stayed away.”<\/p>\n “I don’t care.”<\/p>\n “You might.”<\/p>\n “I just want my wife to explain.”<\/p>\n “What if the explanation hurts?”<\/p>\n I stared out the window.<\/p>\n “It already hurts.”<\/p>\n She said nothing.<\/p>\n When we reached the town, the sun was barely above the mountains.<\/p>\n The property was at the end of a narrow road.<\/p>\n A small white house.<\/p>\n Blue shutters.<\/p>\n Wildflowers growing along the fence.<\/p>\n It looked peaceful.<\/p>\n Too peaceful.<\/p>\n Rebecca parked several houses away.<\/p>\n The officers approached first.<\/p>\n No movement.<\/p>\n No vehicles.<\/p>\n No visible cameras.<\/p>\n Rebecca knocked.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n She knocked again.<\/p>\n Still nothing.<\/p>\n Then she noticed the door was unlocked.<\/p>\n Her hand went to her weapon.<\/p>\n “Stay behind me.”<\/p>\n We entered.<\/p>\n The house was immaculate.<\/p>\n No dust.<\/p>\n No abandoned furniture.<\/p>\n Someone had been living there recently.<\/p>\n A coffee cup sat beside the sink.<\/p>\n Still warm.<\/p>\n Rebecca touched it.<\/p>\n “She’s here.”<\/p>\n I felt my heart hammer.<\/p>\n We searched every room.<\/p>\n Empty.<\/p>\n Then I saw a framed photograph on the wall.<\/p>\n My wife.<\/p>\n Holding Emma.<\/p>\n Emma was only five.<\/p>\n The picture had been taken in this very house.<\/p>\n I walked closer.<\/p>\n On the back of the frame was a date.<\/p>\n Six months before the fire.<\/p>\n I whispered:<\/p>\n “She brought Emma here.”<\/p>\n Rebecca nodded.<\/p>\n “Looks like it.”<\/p>\n “But why?”<\/p>\n We found the answer in the basement.<\/p>\n There was a locked metal cabinet.<\/p>\n The key was taped beneath a drawer.<\/p>\n Inside were documents.<\/p>\n Medical records.<\/p>\n Bank statements.<\/p>\n Passports.<\/p>\n Photographs.<\/p>\n And dozens of handwritten notes.<\/p>\n I opened the first folder.<\/p>\n My wife’s handwriting.<\/p>\n Every page described the same thing.<\/p>\n A man.<\/p>\n The gray-haired man.<\/p>\n His name appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n Dr. Adrian Vale.<\/strong><\/p>\n Rebecca looked over my shoulder.<\/p>\n “Doctor?”<\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n “Apparently.”<\/p>\n I kept reading.<\/p>\n The notes became increasingly disturbing.<\/p>\n He approached David first.<\/strong><\/p>\n Next page.<\/p>\n He says Emma has something he needs.<\/strong><\/p>\n Next.<\/p>\n David doesn’t understand what he’s involved in.<\/strong><\/p>\n Next.<\/p>\n If anything happens to me, don’t trust the police report.<\/strong><\/p>\n My hands began to shake.<\/p>\n Then I found one sentence written in red ink.<\/p>\n THE GIRL IN THE FIRE WAS NOT EMMA.<\/strong><\/p>\n I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n We already knew that.<\/p>\n But the next sentence changed everything.<\/p>\n THE GIRL IN THE FIRE WAS THE OTHER CHILD.<\/strong><\/p>\n Rebecca stared at me.<\/p>\n “Other child?”<\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n Another folder.<\/p>\n Inside were medical photographs.<\/p>\n Two newborn babies.<\/p>\n Identical.<\/p>\n My wife’s handwriting was beneath them.<\/p>\n Emma and Eva.<\/strong><\/p>\n My knees almost gave out.<\/p>\n Twins.<\/p>\n My wife had given birth to twins.<\/p>\n I had never known.<\/p>\n I stared at the photographs.<\/p>\n “Why didn’t she tell me?”<\/p>\n Rebecca picked up another document.<\/p>\n “This might explain it.”<\/p>\n It was a hospital birth record.<\/p>\n Two babies.<\/p>\n Two names.<\/p>\n Emma Carter.<\/p>\n Eva Carter.<\/p>\n But beside Eva’s name was a handwritten note:<\/p>\n Transferred immediately.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n “Transferred where?”<\/p>\n She turned the page.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n The destination had been blacked out.<\/p>\n “Someone erased it.”<\/p>\n “Who?”<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n Then I found another note.<\/p>\n Adrian says Eva’s condition makes her valuable.<\/strong><\/p>\n I felt sick.<\/p>\n “Condition?”<\/p>\n Rebecca kept reading.<\/p>\n “There’s a reference to a neurological disorder.”<\/p>\n “Was Eva sick?”<\/p>\n “Apparently.”<\/p>\n “But why would that make her valuable?”<\/p>\n She didn’t answer.<\/p>\n Because we both knew what that implied.<\/p>\n Someone wanted her.<\/p>\n Not because she was a child.<\/p>\n Because she possessed something.<\/p>\n A biological condition.<\/p>\n A medical trait.<\/p>\n Something someone could exploit.<\/p>\n Then I heard footsteps upstairs.<\/p>\n We froze.<\/p>\n Rebecca raised her weapon.<\/p>\n The officers moved into position.<\/p>\n One.<\/p>\n Two.<\/p>\n Three.<\/p>\n Footsteps.<\/p>\n Slow.<\/p>\n Measured.<\/p>\n Coming down the stairs.<\/p>\n I whispered:<\/p>\n “Could it be her?”<\/p>\n Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n “Don’t assume anything.”<\/p>\n The footsteps stopped.<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n Then a voice came from upstairs.<\/p>\n “David?”<\/p>\n My heart nearly exploded.<\/p>\n I knew that voice.<\/p>\n I had heard it thousands of times.<\/p>\n My wife’s voice.<\/p>\n “Evelyn?”<\/p>\n No answer.<\/p>\n I took one step toward the stairs.<\/p>\n Rebecca grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n Then the voice came again.<\/p>\n “David, don’t come upstairs.”<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n “Because he’s here.”<\/p>\n My blood turned cold.<\/p>\n “Who?”<\/p>\n Another pause.<\/p>\n Then:<\/p>\n “Adrian.”<\/p>\n A loud crash came from above.<\/p>\n Rebecca shouted:<\/p>\n “Police! Don’t move!”<\/p>\n Gunfire erupted.<\/p>\n Two shots.<\/p>\n Then three.<\/p>\n Emma screamed from outside.<\/p>\n I ran toward the front door.<\/p>\n Rebecca shouted after me.<\/p>\n “David!”<\/p>\n But I couldn’t stop.<\/p>\n I reached the yard.<\/p>\n Emma was being held by an officer.<\/p>\n She was crying.<\/p>\n “Dad!”<\/p>\n I ran toward her.<\/p>\n Then a black SUV burst through the gate.<\/p>\n The officer pulled Emma away just as the vehicle sped past.<\/p>\n I saw the driver’s face.<\/p>\n Gray hair.<\/p>\n Glasses.<\/p>\n Scar.<\/p>\n Adrian Vale.<\/p>\n He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n And smiled.<\/p>\n But he wasn’t alone.<\/p>\n Someone was sitting beside him.<\/p>\n A woman.<\/p>\n Dark hair.<\/p>\n White coat.<\/p>\n She turned her head.<\/p>\n I saw her face.<\/p>\n My wife.<\/p>\n Evelyn.<\/p>\n Alive.<\/p>\n I ran after the SUV.<\/p>\n It disappeared around the bend.<\/p>\n I stood there screaming her name.<\/p>\n “EVELYN!”<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n Only the sound of the engine fading into the mountains.<\/p>\n Rebecca found me ten minutes later.<\/p>\n She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n “He got away.”<\/p>\n “What about my wife?”<\/p>\n “We don’t know.”<\/p>\n “He had her.”<\/p>\n “We don’t know if she was a prisoner.”<\/p>\n I turned toward her.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n Rebecca hesitated.<\/p>\n “She may have been working with him.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “We have to consider every possibility.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “David\u2014”<\/p>\n “She left me clues.”<\/p>\n “Or she led you here.”<\/p>\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n The thought was unbearable.<\/p>\n “My wife wouldn’t do that.”<\/p>\n Rebecca looked at me sadly.<\/p>\n “You’ve already discovered she hid an entire child from you.”<\/p>\n I had no answer.<\/p>\n Because she was right.<\/p>\n For two years, I had believed my wife was dead.<\/p>\n Now I discovered she was alive.<\/p>\n She had hidden a second daughter.<\/p>\n She had bought a secret house.<\/p>\n She had known about Adrian.<\/p>\n She had known about David.<\/p>\n And she had apparently been meeting them both.<\/p>\n Nothing about my marriage was what I thought it was.<\/p>\n Then Rebecca’s phone rang.<\/p>\n She answered.<\/p>\n Her expression changed.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n “You’re certain?”<\/p>\n Another pause.<\/p>\n “Send it.”<\/p>\n She ended the call.<\/p>\n “What happened?” I asked.<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “They found Adrian’s abandoned vehicle.”<\/p>\n “Where?”<\/p>\n “Near an old research facility.”<\/p>\n “What research facility?”<\/p>\n Rebecca swallowed.<\/p>\n “The same facility where Eva was transferred after birth.”<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n “How long ago?”<\/p>\n “Twenty-four years.”<\/p>\n “Is it still operating?”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “Then why would Adrian go there?”<\/p>\n Rebecca looked toward the mountains.<\/p>\n “Because someone has been using it.”<\/p>\n That night, we reached the abandoned facility.<\/p>\n The building was enormous.<\/p>\n Concrete walls.<\/p>\n Broken windows.<\/p>\n Rusting fences.<\/p>\n No signs.<\/p>\n No lights.<\/p>\n It looked dead.<\/p>\n But the electricity was still running.<\/p>\n Someone had restored the underground levels.<\/p>\n We entered through a side door.<\/p>\n The hallway smelled of disinfectant.<\/p>\n Not old disinfectant.<\/p>\n Fresh.<\/p>\n Rebecca whispered:<\/p>\n “Someone is here.”<\/p>\n We moved deeper.<\/p>\n Then we heard a child crying.<\/p>\n Emma grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n “Dad.”<\/p>\n “I hear her.”<\/p>\n The crying became louder.<\/p>\n We followed it.<\/p>\n A steel door stood at the end of the corridor.<\/p>\n Rebecca opened it.<\/p>\n Inside was a small room.<\/p>\n Empty.<\/p>\n Except for a chair.<\/p>\n And a tape recorder.<\/p>\n The crying stopped.<\/p>\n The recorder clicked.<\/p>\n Then a woman’s voice played.<\/p>\n My wife’s voice.<\/p>\n “If you’re hearing this, David, you finally found the facility.”<\/p>\n I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n “Evelyn…”<\/p>\n Her recording continued.<\/p>\n “I know you hate me.”<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n “You should.”<\/p>\n My heart shattered.<\/p>\n “I lied to you because I thought it was the only way to keep our daughters alive.”<\/p>\n I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n “Our daughters.”<\/p>\n Plural.<\/p>\n The recording continued.<\/p>\n “Emma was never the target.”<\/p>\n I held my breath.<\/p>\n “Eva was.”<\/p>\n The lights suddenly flickered.<\/p>\n Then the recording changed.<\/p>\n A man’s voice replaced hers.<\/p>\n Adrian.<\/p>\n “You always were too curious, Evelyn.”<\/p>\n The speakers crackled.<\/p>\n “David, if you’re listening, you’re closer than you realize.”<\/p>\n A door slammed somewhere behind us.<\/p>\n Rebecca spun around.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n Then Adrian’s voice continued.<\/p>\n “Your wife didn’t abandon you.”<\/p>\n A pause.<\/p>\n “She betrayed you.”<\/p>\n I felt my stomach drop.<\/p>\n “She betrayed you because she chose one daughter over the other.”<\/p>\n Emma began crying.<\/p>\n “No…”<\/p>\n I pulled her against me.<\/p>\n Adrian continued.<\/p>\n “And soon, David, you’ll understand why.”<\/p>\n The tape stopped.<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n Then a red light came on.<\/p>\n At the far end of the corridor.<\/p>\n A door opened.<\/p>\n Someone stepped out.<\/p>\n A woman.<\/p>\n White coat.<\/p>\n Dark hair.<\/p>\n My wife.<\/p>\n Evelyn.<\/p>\n She looked directly at me.<\/p>\n Her face was wet with tears.<\/p>\n “David…”<\/p>\n I couldn’t move.<\/p>\n “Is it really you?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n I wanted to run to her.<\/p>\n I wanted to hold her.<\/p>\n I wanted to scream.<\/p>\n Instead, I asked the only question that mattered.<\/p>\n “Where is Eva?”<\/p>\n My wife’s expression collapsed.<\/p>\n She whispered:<\/p>\n “She’s here.”<\/p>\n Emma stepped forward.<\/p>\n “Mommy?”<\/p>\n Evelyn covered her mouth.<\/p>\n Tears streamed down her face.<\/p>\n “My baby…”<\/p>\n Then a voice came from behind her.<\/p>\n “Not yet.”<\/p>\n Adrian stepped into the light.<\/p>\n He held a gun.<\/p>\n But he wasn’t pointing it at me.<\/p>\n He pointed it at Evelyn.<\/p>\n “Tell him the truth.”<\/p>\n Evelyn shook her head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n Adrian smiled.<\/p>\n “Then I’ll tell him.”<\/p>\n He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n “David, your wife didn’t save Emma from the fire.”<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n “She caused it.”<\/p>\n Emma screamed.<\/p>\n And Evelyn whispered:<\/p>\n “I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n The gunshot came before I could move.<\/p>\n Evelyn fell.<\/p>\n I caught her.<\/p>\n Blood spread across her white coat.<\/p>\n “NO!”<\/p>\n Adrian disappeared into the darkness.<\/p>\n Rebecca ran toward us.<\/p>\n “Call an ambulance!”<\/p>\n I held Evelyn against my chest.<\/p>\n Her eyes opened.<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “David…”<\/p>\n “I’m here.”<\/p>\n “I didn’t start the fire.”<\/p>\n “Then who did?”<\/p>\n She struggled to breathe.<\/p>\n “Your brother.”<\/p>\n My blood froze.<\/p>\n “David?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “David started the fire.”<\/p>\n “But why?”<\/p>\n Her hand gripped mine.<\/p>\n “Because he was trying to destroy the evidence.”<\/p>\n “What evidence?”<\/p>\n She looked toward Emma.<\/p>\n Then whispered:<\/p>\n “Eva wasn’t the only child he took.”<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n “Who else?”<\/p>\n Evelyn’s eyes filled with terror.<\/p>\n “He took…”<\/p>\n She couldn’t finish.<\/p>\n Her eyes closed.<\/p>\n “Evelyn!”<\/p>\n Rebecca checked her pulse.<\/p>\n “She’s alive.”<\/p>\n I looked toward the dark corridor.<\/p>\n And then I heard something.<\/p>\n A child laughing.<\/p>\n Not Emma.<\/p>\n Not Eva.<\/p>\n Another child.<\/p>\n Somewhere beneath the facility.<\/p>\n I stood slowly.<\/p>\n Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n “David, don’t.”<\/p>\n But I was already walking toward the sound.<\/p>\n Because suddenly I understood.<\/p>\n There weren’t two girls.<\/p>\n There were three.<\/p>\n And one of them had been hidden from the world for twenty-four years.<\/p>\n Then a small voice came through the darkness.<\/p>\n “Daddy?”<\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n It was a voice I had never heard before.<\/p>\n But somehow…<\/p>\n It sounded exactly like Emma.<\/p>\n Exactly like Eva.<\/p>\n And exactly like my wife’s voice when she was young.<\/p>\n I turned toward Rebecca.<\/p>\n “How many children did my wife have?”<\/p>\n Rebecca stared at me.<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n The little voice came again.<\/p>\n “Daddy…”<\/p>\n Then the lights turned off.<\/p>\n And from somewhere beneath our feet…<\/p>\n a dozen locks clicked open at once….<\/p>\n PART 4 \u2014 THE WOMAN IN THE SHADOWS The voice came from somewhere outside. A woman’s voice. Soft. Almost too soft to hear. But I knew it. 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