Mark’s hand dropped.

For the first time, his arrogance cracked.

And I smiled.

Just a little.

The garage door opened with a scream of metal.

Emily lay on the floor beside an overturned chair, wrists bruised, mouth taped, her hair stuck to her cheeks. Alive.

Alive.

I ran toward her, but Ruiz caught my shoulder.

“Let the paramedics.”

“No.” Emily’s eyes found mine. “Mom.”

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