Lucas froze, arms stiff at his sides. Behind him, footsteps thudded on the stairs. Daisy, Robert, and Lucy entered the living room, faces marked by sleep and confusion. And then Kiara saw them. Her eyes darkened. Her voice rose like a storm breaking loose. “You monsters,” she spat. “You stole him!”
James stepped in behind her, gripping her arm, but Kiara surged forward. “You took our son. You let us rot for twenty years wondering if he was dead, buried, trafficked! And all this time—he was in your Christmas cards?” Daisy’s face blanched. Robert stepped forward, stunned. “What are you talking about?”