Chapter 23: A Note from Grant
Natalie woke to an empty bed. For a moment, panic flooded through her—Grant was gone, Dominic had found them, something […]
Natalie woke to an empty bed. For a moment, panic flooded through her—Grant was gone, Dominic had found them, something […]
Agent Morrison didn’t waste time. By noon the next day, St. Catherine’s Hospital had been transformed into a fortress. FBI
Natalie woke to screaming. For a moment, disoriented in the unfamiliar motel room, she thought she was dreaming. Then she
Agent Morrison brought them to a safe house instead of the hospital—a nondescript motel on the outskirts of the city
Three days passed in a blur. Natalie stayed at Juliette’s apartment, sleeping on the couch, barely eating, checking her phone
They woke to Grant’s phone ringing at 6 AM. Natalie stirred against his chest, and for a moment—one perfect, sleepy
The hospital waiting room smelled like antiseptic and bad coffee. Natalie sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair, Grant beside her,
The live broadcast went exactly as planned—and nothing like Natalie expected. They sat across from Valerie Chen in Studio B,
“We have to call the police,” Natalie said, staring at the photo of Scarlett unconscious. “Right now. We have to—”
Sienna Brooks was everything Natalie expected from an investigative journalist who’d made a career of exposing corruption: sharp-eyed, skeptical, and