Chapters (63)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- A letter from Charly
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Charly Cox
She put her phone away and broke the news to Tessa. Together, they went inside to tell Brandon his mom was out of surgery but was still not awake. Then Alyssa hunkered down so she could look into the eyes of this little guy who’d managed to worm his way into the center of her heart. ‘Does that offer to borrow your magnifying glass still stand? I have a feeling it’s going to help my team catch the bad guy.’ She couldn’t explain the compulsion to ask, but when he raced to the kitchen and returned with the magnifying glass in hand, proudly presenting it to her, she knew she’d done the right thing.
Afterwards, she thanked Tessa for her time and said bye to the boys, appreciating how she’d been more unnerved at the idea of facing two seven-year-old superhero-clad youngsters than she was at the prospect of staring down an armed suspect.
On the way back to the hospital, she called Brock to let him know she’d be later than expected.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sunday, October, 6
Alex scraped her hair back into a ponytail, securing it before coiling it into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. When a few loose strands managed to elude the rubber band, she threw her brush into the sink and yanked them out, roots and all.
After tossing them into the toilet and flushing them away, she studied herself in the mirror. Things were unraveling, and she seemed unable to stop the speeding train wreck barreling her way.
In the back of her mind, she’d always known Adam would be too weak to deal with this. She’d known it, and she’d used him anyway because she also knew that once her plan was set in motion, she’d no longer have any use for him, and so he’d never live long enough to implicate her.
Moving into her bedroom, Alex opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out the worn photograph she kept tucked away. Lifting it to her lips, she softly kissed the smiling image of Hayden Benson before running her fingertips along his face as if he were there in the flesh. It had all started when he’d come to her in a dream, pleading for her forgiveness. He’d realized he’d made a horrible mistake in choosing Elizabeth over her. To prove it, he’d outlined his plan.
Alex would steal Brandon away and raise him as her own – hers and Hayden’s, the way it always should’ve been. Elizabeth didn’t deserve the little boy anyway.