“You’re not my mother.” I shake my head. “Grace has been more of a mom to me than you. Hell, Rebecca was too.” A lump forms in my throat. I don’t want to cry in front of her. She doesn’t deserve my tears.

“I’m not your mother?” She lets out a hysterical laugh. “How about we talk about how Tomas Score isn’t even your biological father.” Her words are like a punch to the gut. I don’t want to believe her, but her face is so smug it’s hard not to.

“Interpol. Open up!” a male voice shouts, banging on the door.

“I’m all you have. You can’t let them do this to me,” Heidi starts to beg. The door explodes inward as five people in blue coats and hats rush in and go straight for her. She tries to fight them, but it doesn’t work. It’s hard to hear what they are saying over her screaming. It only takes a few seconds before they have her in cuffs, leading her out of the room. One of the men stays behind.

“Emily Score?” he asks.

I nod my head. “What’s happening?”

“We’re extraditing your mother—”

“Please don’t call her that.”

The man gives me a sympathetic look. “She’s going back to the States where we’ll be handing her over to the FBI.”

“Does my family know I’m with her?” Wouldn’t they have given me a heads-up if they did? Oh God, do they think I’m a part of this? I’m not even a Score, according to my mother.

“No one knows. We did facial recognition, but it will be in the report we turn over.”

I nod. “Thanks? I think,” I mutter. Not sure what else to say. “Am I free to go?”

“You are, but we’d be more than happy to escort you back to the States if you wish.” Of course. He still thinks my father is Tomas Score.

“It’s fine. I’ll catch my own flight.” He nods as he pulls out a card, handing it to me before he heads back out the broken door.

I drop down to my knees, my whole body numb. I thought I was lost before. Now I don’t even know who I am anymore.

17

Chase

I don’t think I’ve ever been so pissed in my whole fucking life. The past three weeks have been the hardest of my life, but I was doing what Tomas asked. I thought it was the right thing to do. Emily could go and clear her mind. The only problem was he wouldn’t tell me where she was. He’d simply said “Europe and with a girlfriend.”