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PART 4: THE NAME THEY ERASED<\/strong>
\nThe woman\u2019s final words hung in the cold cemetery air.
\n\u201cYou need to ask who Mallory really is.\u201d
\nFor several seconds, nobody moved.
\nRainwater dripped from the stone angel beside my mother\u2019s grave.
\nShaw kept his gun raised.
\nKendra stood frozen near the memorial bench.
\nMallory was holding my hand so tightly her fingernails dug into my skin.
\nI stared at the silver-haired woman.
\n\u201cMy daughter is Mallory Hale.\u201d
\nThe woman\u2019s expression softened.
\n\u201cThat is the name you gave her.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach turned.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cMom,\u201d Mallory whispered.
\nI looked at her.
\nHer face told me she already knew something.
\nNot everything.
\nBut enough.
\n\u201cYou knew?\u201d
\nMallory shook her head quickly.
\n\u201cNot until they took me.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWhat did they tell you?\u201d
\nThe woman answered before Mallory could.
\n\u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaw stepped forward.
\n\u201cWe are not going anywhere with you.\u201d
\nThe woman barely glanced at him.
\n\u201cYou are in no position to make demands, Detective.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m still armed.\u201d
\n\u201cSo are twenty-seven people surrounding this cemetery.\u201d
\nI looked around.
\nThe figures near the black SUVs remained perfectly still.
\nShaw\u2019s jaw tightened.
\nThe woman returned her attention to me.
\n\u201cMy name is Evelyn Briar.\u201d<\/p>\n

The surname hit me.
\nBriar.
\nLake Briar.
\nBriar County.
\nThe Briar Circle.
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re telling me all of this was named after your family?\u201d
\n\u201cSome of it.\u201d
\n\u201cAre you my aunt?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother never had a sister.\u201d
\n\u201cShe made sure you believed that.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I became inconvenient.\u201d
\nI laughed once, without humor.
\n\u201cInconvenient?\u201d
\n\u201cI wanted out.\u201d
\n\u201cOut of what?\u201d
\n\u201cThe system your parents helped build.\u201d
\nMy eyes moved to the photograph in my hand.
\nMy mother.
\nMy father.
\nYoung.
\nSmiling.<\/p>\n

Founding members.
\n\u201cYou said my mother helped start the Briar Circle.\u201d
\n\u201cShe did.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd my father?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHe died when I was nine.\u201d
\nEvelyn looked at me carefully.
\n\u201cNo, Claire.\u201d
\nEverything inside me stopped.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYour father did not die in that crash.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.
\n\u201cI saw the coffin.\u201d
\n\u201cIt was closed.\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother told me\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYour mother told you what she needed you to believe.\u201d
\nI felt Mallory\u2019s hand tighten around mine.
\n\u201cWhere is he?\u201d
\nEvelyn hesitated.
\nThat frightened me more than an immediate answer would have.
\n\u201cWhere is my father?\u201d
\n\u201cAlive.\u201d
\nThe word nearly broke me.
\nThirty years.
\nThirty years of believing he was dead.
\nThirty years of visiting a grave.
\nThirty years of remembering a funeral that had apparently buried nobody.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d
\n\u201cI know where he was five years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd now?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nShaw interrupted.
\n\u201cThis is exactly what they do.\u201d
\nEvelyn looked at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cGive you one truth wrapped inside five lies.\u201d
\nShe almost smiled.
\n\u201cYou would know.\u201d
\nShaw\u2019s face hardened.
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\nEvelyn laughed softly.
\n\u201cOh, Claire. Detective Shaw has still not told you why he joined the Circle.\u201d
\nI looked at Shaw.
\nHe said nothing.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cNot now.\u201d
\n\u201cThen when?\u201d
\nHe lowered his gun slightly.
\n\u201cAfter we get Mallory somewhere safe.\u201d
\nEvelyn stepped closer.
\n\u201cThere is nowhere safe.\u201d
\nShaw raised the weapon again.
\n\u201cStop.\u201d
\nShe did.
\nThen she looked directly at Mallory.
\n\u201cShow her.\u201d
\nMallory\u2019s face went pale.
\n\u201cNot here.\u201d
\n\u201cShow me what?\u201d
\nMallory looked at me.
\n\u201cMom\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe reached slowly toward the neckline of her sweatshirt.
\nThen pulled the fabric aside.
\nJust below her left collarbone was a small scar.
\nCircular.
\nOld.
\nI had seen it a thousand times.
\nMallory had always been told it came from a medical procedure when she was an infant.
\n\u201cWhat am I looking at?\u201d
\nEvelyn unbuttoned the top of her coat.
\nShe pulled the collar aside.
\nThe same scar.
\nSame position.
\nSame shape.
\nKendra whispered, \u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nI looked from Evelyn to Mallory.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nEvelyn said nothing.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI stepped backward.
\n\u201cThat proves nothing.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, it doesn\u2019t.\u201d
\nShe reached into her coat again.
\nShaw tensed.
\nEvelyn removed a folded document.
\nShe held it out.
\nI didn\u2019t take it.
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\n\u201cA laboratory report.\u201d
\n\u201cFor what?\u201d
\n\u201cDNA.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhose?\u201d
\n\u201cMine.\u201d
\nShe looked at Mallory.
\n\u201cAnd hers.\u201d
\nI turned to my daughter.
\n\u201cYou gave her DNA?\u201d
\nMallory\u2019s voice broke.
\n\u201cThey took blood when they were holding me.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cThe people who kidnapped you?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t understand at first.\u201d
\nEvelyn said quietly, \u201cBecause they needed confirmation.\u201d
\n\u201cConfirmation of what?\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\n\u201cThat Mallory belongs to the Briar bloodline.\u201d
\nI wanted to laugh.
\nI wanted to scream.
\nInstead, I took the report.
\nMy eyes moved over numbers and percentages I barely understood.
\nBut one line was painfully clear.
\nRELATIONSHIP CONSISTENT WITH BIOLOGICAL GREAT-NIECE.<\/strong>
\nI looked at Evelyn.
\n\u201cGreat-niece.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make sense.\u201d
\n\u201cIt will.\u201d
\n\u201cIf you are my mother\u2019s sister, Mallory would be your grandniece only if\u2014\u201d
\nI stopped.
\nSomething cold opened inside my chest.
\nEvelyn watched me.
\n\u201cFinish it.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t.
\nMallory whispered, \u201cMom\u2026\u201d
\nI turned to her.
\nHer eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cI\u2019m still your daughter.\u201d
\nI grabbed her face between my hands.
\n\u201cOf course you are.\u201d
\n\u201cNo matter what they say.\u201d
\n\u201cOf course.\u201d
\n\u201cBut biologically\u2026\u201d
\nShe couldn\u2019t finish.
\nI looked back at Evelyn.
\n\u201cSay it.\u201d
\nEvelyn took a breath.
\n\u201cYou did not give birth to Mallory.\u201d
\nMy entire body went numb.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\n\u201cYou remember giving birth?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you?\u201d
\nThe question angered me.
\n\u201cI was there.\u201d
\n\u201cTell me about it.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cTell me what you remember.\u201d
\nI opened my mouth.
\nThen stopped.
\nMallory\u2019s birth had always lived in my mind as fragments.
\nPain.
\nBright lights.
\nA nurse telling me to breathe.
\nMy mother standing near the door.
\nThen darkness.
\nThen waking hours later with Mallory wrapped in a pink blanket.
\nI had been told there were complications.
\nHeavy bleeding.
\nMedication.
\nExhaustion.
\nI remembered holding her.
\nI remembered crying.
\nI remembered counting her fingers.
\nBut did I remember the actual birth?
\nNo.
\nI had always thought that was normal.
\nTrauma and medication had blurred it.
\nEvelyn saw realization move across my face.
\n\u201cYou were unconscious for almost twelve hours.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cBecause of complications.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMy doctor said\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cYour doctor was a founding member.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cDr. Keene?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHe delivered Mallory.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at Mallory.
\nThen Evelyn.
\n\u201cThen who did?\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s eyes hardened.
\n\u201cMallory\u2019s biological mother.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nBefore she could answer, an engine roared outside the cemetery.
\nOne of the SUVs suddenly exploded.
\nThe blast threw all of us sideways.
\nI hit the ground.
\nMallory screamed.
\nGlass shattered.
\nMen shouted.
\nGunfire erupted from the far gate.
\nShaw grabbed my arm.
\n\u201cMOVE!\u201d
\nI crawled toward Mallory.
\nSmoke filled the cemetery.
\nAnother burst of gunfire cracked through the darkness.
\nEvelyn\u2019s people scattered behind headstones.
\nI grabbed Mallory.
\n\u201cKendra!\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m here!\u201d
\nShaw pulled us behind a stone mausoleum.
\n\u201cWho is shooting?\u201d
\nEvelyn appeared beside us.
\n\u201cNot mine.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s reassuring,\u201d Shaw snapped.
\nShe ignored him.
\n\u201cThey followed you.\u201d
\n\u201cI removed the tracker.\u201d
\n\u201cNot all of them.\u201d
\nMallory suddenly touched the scar below her collarbone.
\nHer face changed.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey told me once\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey said they could always find me.\u201d
\nEvelyn grabbed her shoulder.
\n\u201cDid they put something inside you?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nShaw swore.
\n\u201cA tracker implant?\u201d
\n\u201cPossible.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cThey put something inside my daughter?\u201d
\nAnother explosion answered.
\nEvelyn pointed toward the church.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a tunnel beneath the crypt.\u201d
\nShaw looked at her.
\n\u201cOf course there is.\u201d
\n\u201cIt connects to the old parish house.\u201d
\n\u201cHow convenient.\u201d
\n\u201cMy family built half this town.\u201d
\n\u201cMove!\u201d
\nWe ran.
\nBullets hit the stone behind us.
\nMallory stumbled.
\nI kept hold of her.
\nWe reached the crypt door.
\nEvelyn entered a code.
\nThe lock clicked.
\nInside, the air smelled of dust and old candles.
\nShe pushed aside a wooden cabinet.
\nBehind it was a narrow opening.
\nStairs descended.
\nKendra stared.
\n\u201cThis town has too many secret rooms.\u201d
\n\u201cNo argument,\u201d Shaw muttered.
\nWe went down.
\nEvelyn closed the panel behind us.
\nDarkness.
\nShe switched on a small emergency light.
\nThe tunnel was brick.
\nOld.
\nBarely wide enough for two people.
\nWe moved quickly.
\nBehind us came a muffled boom.
\nThey had reached the crypt.
\n\u201cHurry,\u201d Evelyn said.
\nI stayed beside Mallory.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re okay?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m alive.\u201d
\nThe way she said it broke something in me.
\nI grabbed her hand.
\n\u201cI am never losing you again.\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\n\u201cMom, you might not get to choose.\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t say that.\u201d
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t understand them.\u201d
\n\u201cThen help me understand.\u201d
\nHer eyes moved toward Evelyn.
\n\u201cThey didn\u2019t keep me locked in one room for a year.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey moved me.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many times?\u201d
\n\u201cSeven.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cHouses. A clinic. An old motel. Once a basement under the courthouse.\u201d
\nShaw stopped.
\n\u201cThe courthouse?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\nMallory laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cYou keep saying that.\u201d
\nEvelyn looked at Shaw.
\n\u201cJudge Rowan.\u201d
\nHis face changed.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s Circle?\u201d
\n\u201cFounding generation.\u201d
\nShaw went quiet.
\nWe kept moving.
\nMallory continued.
\n\u201cThey questioned me every day.\u201d
\n\u201cAbout the ledger?\u201d
\n\u201cAt first.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd later?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout you.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cMe?\u201d
\n\u201cThey wanted to know what Grandma told you.\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cShe told me nothing.\u201d
\n\u201cThey didn\u2019t believe me.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy would she tell me anything?\u201d
\nMallory swallowed.
\n\u201cBecause they thought Grandma gave you the second key.\u201d
\nI stopped walking.
\n\u201cWhat key?\u201d
\nEvelyn turned.
\n\u201cYou never found it?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nShe stared at me.
\n\u201cYour mother had two lockets.\u201d
\nI remembered one.
\nA small silver locket she wore almost every day.
\nAfter she died, I searched for it.
\nIt was never found.
\n\u201cShe told me she lost it.\u201d
\n\u201cShe lied.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does the locket open?\u201d
\n\u201cThe archive.\u201d
\nShaw frowned.
\n\u201cWhat archive?\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s expression became grim.
\n\u201cThe original Briar records.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cNobody knows.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s useful.\u201d
\n\u201cMy sister knew.\u201d
\n\u201cYour mother?\u201d Mallory asked me.
\nI nodded slowly.
\nEvelyn continued.
\n\u201cThe Circle eventually became digital. Databases. encrypted drives. Blackmail files. But in the beginning everything was physical.\u201d
\n\u201cPaper?\u201d
\n\u201cLedgers. Photographs. Recorded conversations. Property agreements. Judges paid. Elections influenced. Children relocated.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\nEvelyn looked at me.
\n\u201cChildren relocated.\u201d
\nMallory tightened her grip on my hand.
\nI already knew where this was going.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s voice softened.
\n\u201cThe Circle began partly as a way to hide illegal adoptions.\u201d
\nMy chest hurt.
\n\u201cWhat does that have to do with Mallory?\u201d
\n\u201cEverything.\u201d
\nWe reached a small chamber where the tunnel split.
\nEvelyn chose the left passage.
\n\u201cYour parents helped powerful families obtain children without records.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cStolen children?\u201d
\n\u201cSometimes.\u201d
\nMallory whispered, \u201cJesus.\u201d
\n\u201cSometimes mothers were paid. Sometimes coerced. Sometimes records were changed.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you?\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s face hardened.
\n\u201cI handled finances.\u201d
\n\u201cYou helped.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAt least you admit it.\u201d
\n\u201cI left when I understood how far it had gone.\u201d
\n\u201cAfter how many children?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t answer.
\nI didn\u2019t ask again.
\nI was afraid of the number.
\nWe reached another staircase.
\nEvelyn pushed open a hatch.
\nWe emerged inside an abandoned parish house.
\nOld chairs.
\nDusty books.
\nBroken stained glass.
\nShaw checked the windows.
\n\u201cNo vehicles outside.\u201d
\n\u201cFor now,\u201d Evelyn said.
\nI turned to her.
\n\u201cEnough.\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\n\u201cYou are going to tell me who gave birth to Mallory.\u201d
\nMallory stood beside me.
\nEvelyn looked at both of us.
\nThen sighed.
\n\u201cHer name was Sarah.\u201d
\n\u201cSarah who?\u201d
\nEvelyn hesitated.
\n\u201cSarah Hale.\u201d
\nMy blood ran cold.
\n\u201cHale?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cMy husband\u2019s family?\u201d
\nMallory looked at me.
\n\u201cDad?\u201d
\nMy husband, Michael Hale, had died five years earlier from pancreatic cancer.
\nHe had adored Mallory.
\nNever once had he treated her as anything but his daughter.
\n\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d
\n\u201cSarah was Michael\u2019s younger sister.\u201d
\nI stared.
\n\u201cMichael didn\u2019t have a sister.\u201d
\n\u201cYou are hearing that phrase a lot tonight.\u201d
\n\u201cHe told me he was an only child.\u201d
\n\u201cHe believed he was.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cSarah was removed from his family when she was an infant.\u201d
\n\u201cBy the Circle?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Michael\u2019s father had debts.\u201d
\nMy knees weakened.
\nMallory whispered, \u201cSo my biological mother was Dad\u2019s sister?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen Dad was actually my uncle.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMallory looked at me.
\nI watched an entire identity collapse behind her eyes.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI held her.
\n\u201cListen to me.\u201d
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou are still his daughter.\u201d
\n\u201cHe wasn\u2019t my dad.\u201d
\n\u201cHe raised you.\u201d
\n\u201cHe loved you.\u201d
\n\u201cHe was your father.\u201d
\nTears rolled down her face.
\n\u201cDid he know?\u201d
\nI looked at Evelyn.
\n\u201cDid Michael know?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThat hurt almost more.
\n\u201cHe died never knowing?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI wrapped my arms around Mallory.
\nShe sobbed against me.
\nKendra looked away.
\nEven Shaw lowered his eyes.
\nAfter a minute, I asked, \u201cWhat happened to Sarah?\u201d
\nEvelyn went silent.
\n\u201cWhere is she?\u201d
\nNo answer.
\n\u201cEvelyn.\u201d
\n\u201cShe disappeared seventeen years ago.\u201d
\nTwo years before Mallory was born.
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make sense.\u201d
\n\u201cShe returned.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cSarah escaped the family who had taken her. She found out her original name. She started tracing her records.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd found Michael?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cShe found your mother.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cMy mother knew?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cOf course she did.\u201d
\n\u201cShe hid Sarah.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Sarah had evidence.\u201d
\n\u201cOf the adoptions?\u201d
\n\u201cAnd more.\u201d
\n\u201cThen she became pregnant.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho was Mallory\u2019s biological father?\u201d
\nEvelyn looked away.
\nThat small movement frightened me.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t lie to me.\u201d
\n\u201cI am not.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why did you look away?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Sarah never told us.\u201d
\n\u201cUs?\u201d
\n\u201cMy sister and me.\u201d
\n\u201cYou and my mother were working together?\u201d
\n\u201cSecretly.\u201d
\n\u201cAfter you supposedly disappeared?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy head spun.
\nEvery piece of my childhood seemed manufactured.
\n\u201cWhy give Mallory to me?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Sarah begged us to.\u201d
\nMallory looked up.
\n\u201cShe wanted me?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why didn\u2019t she keep me?\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s face broke for the first time.
\n\u201cBecause she knew she was going to die.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nMallory stopped crying.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cSarah was being hunted.\u201d
\n\u201cBy the Circle?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cShe came to your mother when she was eight months pregnant.\u201d
\nI could see it now.
\nMy mother.
\nMy pregnancy.
\nThe complications.
\nThe missing memory.
\n\u201cBut I was pregnant too.\u201d
\nEvelyn nodded.
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cWhat happened to my baby?\u201d
\nNobody spoke.
\nI stepped forward.
\n\u201cWhat happened to my baby?\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s eyes filled.
\n\u201cYou had a daughter.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nMallory stepped closer to me.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cYou delivered first.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is she?\u201d
\n\u201cClaire\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWHERE IS SHE?\u201d
\nMy voice shook the room.
\n\u201cYou told me I did not give birth to Mallory. Fine. Then where is the child I did give birth to?\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s voice was barely audible.
\n\u201cShe was taken.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cBy who?\u201d
\n\u201cThe Circle.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause your mother tried to betray them.\u201d
\nI could barely breathe.
\n\u201cSo they punished her by stealing my baby?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Mallory?\u201d
\n\u201cSarah gave birth two days later.\u201d
\n\u201cThen my mother switched the babies?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cShe gave you Sarah\u2019s daughter because she couldn\u2019t return your baby.\u201d
\nMallory covered her mouth.
\nI felt as though the floor had disappeared.
\nFor fifteen years I had raised one stolen child while another child\u2014my biological daughter\u2014had been somewhere else.
\n\u201cWhat was my baby\u2019s name?\u201d
\n\u201cYou named her Lily.\u201d
\nThe name cut through me.
\nI remembered.
\nA dream.
\nNo.
\nNot a dream.
\nA nurse whispering:
\n\u201cShe\u2019s beautiful.\u201d
\nAnd me saying:
\n\u201cLily.\u201d
\nI had buried that memory so deeply that I thought it belonged to someone else.
\n\u201cLily,\u201d I whispered.
\nMallory grabbed my hand.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\nI looked at Evelyn.
\n\u201cIs Lily alive?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cIS SHE ALIVE?\u201d
\n\u201cI believe so.\u201d
\nMy legs nearly gave out.
\nMallory caught me.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cWe lost track of her.\u201d
\n\u201cWho took her?\u201d
\n\u201cThe adoption route used a code.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat code?\u201d
\n\u201cRB-17.\u201d
\nShaw looked up sharply.
\n\u201cR.B.\u201d
\nEvelyn nodded.
\n\u201cIt didn\u2019t originally mean a person.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did it mean?\u201d
\n\u201cRelocation Briar.\u201d
\nMallory\u2019s face changed.
\n\u201cThe initials in the files.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSo R.B. wasn\u2019t one person.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cIt was a program.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMallory stared at me.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s why I told you.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cR.B. isn\u2019t one person.\u201d
\nI remembered her shouting it in the factory.
\nMy mind raced.
\n\u201cWhere did the seventeen come from?\u201d
\n\u201cCase number.\u201d
\n\u201cCan we trace it?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\nShaw stepped closer.
\n\u201cTo where?\u201d
\nEvelyn looked at him.
\n\u201cThe old archive.\u201d
\n\u201cThe one requiring two keys?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSo find the keys.\u201d
\n\u201cOne disappeared with my sister.\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother is dead.\u201d
\n\u201cHer body was buried.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI stared at Evelyn.
\n\u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t blink.
\n\u201cI said her body was buried.\u201d
\n\u201cThat is not the same thing.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re telling me my mother might be alive too?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cStop saying you don\u2019t know!\u201d
\nI shoved a chair aside.
\n\u201cYou come here with secrets about my father, my mother, my husband, my daughter, another daughter I never knew existed, and every time I ask the one question that matters, suddenly you know nothing.\u201d
\nMallory touched my arm.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at Evelyn.
\n\u201cTonight ends the secrets.\u201d
\nShe held my gaze.
\nFinally she nodded.
\n\u201cThen there is something you need to see.\u201d
\nShe walked toward an old cabinet.
\nShaw followed cautiously.
\nEvelyn opened a hidden compartment beneath the bottom shelf.
\nInside was a metal box.
\nShe entered a combination.
\nThe lid opened.
\nPhotographs.
\nDocuments.
\nA cassette recorder.
\nAnd one sealed envelope.
\nMy name was written across it.
\nCLAIRE.<\/strong>
\nI recognized the handwriting immediately.
\nMy mother\u2019s.
\nMy hands trembled.
\n\u201cWhen did she write this?\u201d
\n\u201cSixteen years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cBefore Mallory was born?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy do you have it?\u201d
\n\u201cShe gave it to me in case something happened.\u201d
\n\u201cSomething did happen.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you give it to me?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she told me not to unless Mallory discovered the archive.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cShe knew Mallory would?\u201d
\n\u201cShe suspected Sarah\u2019s daughter would eventually go looking.\u201d
\nI tore open the envelope.
\nInside was a letter.
\nClaire,
\nIf you are reading this, then everything I tried to bury has found you anyway.
\nI am sorry.
\nI am sorry for Michael.
\nI am sorry for Sarah.
\nI am sorry for Mallory.
\nBut most of all, I am sorry for Lily.
\nMy vision blurred.
\nMallory squeezed my shoulder.
\nI continued.
\nThe Circle took your daughter because of me.
\nI tried to steal the archive and expose them.
\nThey retaliated before I could.
\nI searched for Lily for years.
\nI found her once.
\nAlive.
\nSafe.
\nBut I could not bring her home without leading them to you.
\nMy heart pounded.
\nI read faster.
\nThere is something Claire must never be told unless there is no other choice.
\nLily was not placed with strangers.
\nShe was placed with someone close.
\nSomeone Claire would trust.
\nSomeone who could watch her without suspicion.
\nMy breath stopped.
\nShaw leaned closer.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nI continued.
\nIf you need to find Lily, begin with the person who attended every one of Mallory\u2019s birthdays.
\nI looked up.
\nMallory stared at me.
\n\u201cEvery birthday?\u201d
\nI thought through photographs.
\nFamily.
\nFriends.
\nTeachers.
\nNeighbors.
\nOne person had indeed appeared every year.
\nFrom Mallory\u2019s first birthday.
\nHer fifth.
\nHer tenth.
\nHer fifteenth.
\nSomeone Michael and I trusted completely.
\n\u201cMrs. Price,\u201d I whispered.
\nMallory\u2019s English teacher.
\nShaw frowned.
\n\u201cPrice?\u201d
\n\u201cShe was Michael\u2019s childhood friend.\u201d
\nMallory looked shocked.
\n\u201cMs. Price knew Dad?\u201d
\n\u201cAll his life.\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s face went white.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nI turned to her.
\n\u201cYou didn\u2019t know?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\nShe grabbed the letter.
\nHer eyes raced over the words.
\n\u201cClaire, when was Rebecca Price born?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know. She\u2019s around thirty-five.\u201d
\nEvelyn went still.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not possible.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cSarah gave birth sixteen years ago. Lily would be sixteen.\u201d
\n\u201cObviously Price isn\u2019t Lily.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nEvelyn looked terrified.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not talking about Lily.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what are you talking about?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca Price was one of the first relocated children.\u201d
\nThe room fell silent again.
\n\u201cSo Price is connected to the Circle because she was taken by it?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd she became a teacher at Mallory\u2019s school.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd attended every birthday.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMallory suddenly whispered, \u201cMom.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cMs. Price has a daughter.\u201d
\nMy heart skipped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cShe never talks about her, but I saw a picture once.\u201d
\n\u201cHow old?\u201d
\nMallory\u2019s face went pale.
\n\u201cSixteen.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nKendra gasped.
\nMallory continued.
\n\u201cHer name is Leah.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cDo you know her?\u201d
\n\u201cShe goes to another school.\u201d
\nShaw was already pulling out a notebook.
\n\u201cLast name?\u201d
\n\u201cPrice.\u201d
\nI whispered, \u201cLeah Price.\u201d
\nMy biological daughter might have grown up less than ten miles away.
\nWith a woman I had known for years.
\nA woman who had hugged me when Mallory disappeared.
\nA woman who had attended birthdays inside my home.
\nWatching me.
\nWatching Mallory.
\nWatching the sister Lily never knew she had.
\nI reached for the door.
\n\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d
\n\u201cTo Price\u2019s house.\u201d
\nEvelyn grabbed my arm.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI pulled away.
\n\u201cShe has my daughter.\u201d
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know that.\u201d
\n\u201cIt fits.\u201d
\n\u201cIt fits too perfectly.\u201d
\nShaw nodded.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s right.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cYou are the last person who gets to tell me to wait.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m telling you this could be bait.\u201d
\n\u201cEverything is bait.\u201d
\nMallory stepped beside me.
\n\u201cThen we go together.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nShe gave me a look.
\n\u201cSeriously?\u201d
\nI almost smiled despite everything.
\n\u201cThere she is.\u201d
\nFor the first time in a year, Mallory gave the smallest smile.
\nThen it disappeared.
\n\u201cMom, if Leah is Lily\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cShe may not know.\u201d
\nThe thought stopped me.
\nMy daughter might believe Rebecca Price was her mother.
\nWhat would happen if I appeared at her door screaming the truth?
\n\u201cWe need proof,\u201d Mallory said.
\nShaw nodded.
\n\u201cDNA.\u201d
\nEvelyn looked toward the window.
\n\u201cAnd we need to move now.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Price will already know Mallory escaped.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cPrice was inside the Circle.\u201d
\n\u201cYou said she wasn\u2019t exactly involved.\u201d
\n\u201cI said not exactly because she hated them.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why help them?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause they had Leah.\u201d
\nI understood.
\n\u201cIf Leah is Lily, they used her as leverage.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen Price may have been protecting her.\u201d
\n\u201cOr protecting herself.\u201d
\nWe left through the rear of the parish house.
\nEvelyn arranged two vehicles.
\nI refused to let Mallory out of my sight.
\nKendra came with us.
\nShaw followed separately.
\nRebecca Price lived twenty minutes away in a quiet subdivision.
\nWe parked two streets over.
\nHer house was dark.
\nOne porch lamp.
\nNo cars in the driveway.
\nMallory whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s strange.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cShe drives a blue Honda.\u201d
\nShaw checked the road.
\n\u201cNo vehicle.\u201d
\nWe approached quietly.
\nThe front door was unlocked.
\nShaw entered first.
\n\u201cRebecca?\u201d
\nNo answer.
\nLiving room empty.
\nKitchen empty.
\nThen Mallory stopped.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\nPhotographs covered one wall.
\nRebecca.
\nA teenage girl.
\nBirthday pictures.
\nSchool pictures.
\nChristmas.
\nMy heart broke.
\nThe girl had my eyes.
\nI knew before any test.
\nI knew.
\nShe was Lily.
\nMy daughter.
\nI walked toward the photographs.
\nMy hands trembled.
\nOne showed Leah at age seven holding a soccer trophy.
\nAnother at twelve beside Rebecca.
\nAnother only months old.
\nWrapped in a yellow blanket.
\nI touched the glass.
\n\u201cLily.\u201d
\nMallory stood beside me.
\n\u201cShe looks like you.\u201d
\nI started crying.
\n\u201cShe has Michael\u2019s smile.\u201d
\nMallory nodded.
\nThen Kendra called from upstairs.
\n\u201cYou need to see this.\u201d
\nWe ran.
\nOne bedroom was empty.
\nDrawers open.
\nCloset cleared.
\nRebecca had left in a hurry.
\nIn another room, a computer remained on.
\nShaw examined it.
\n\u201cRecent deletion.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cFiles.\u201d
\nMallory leaned closer.
\n\u201cCan you recover them?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\nThen I noticed a printed paper beside the keyboard.
\nA bus ticket.
\nDestination:
\nST. LOUIS.<\/strong>
\nDeparture time:
\n11:45 p.m.
\nTonight.
\nI checked the clock.
\n11:12.
\n\u201cBus station.\u201d
\nShaw shook his head.
\n\u201cToo obvious.\u201d
\nMallory looked around.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWhy leave the ticket?\u201d
\nI understood.
\n\u201cDecoy.\u201d
\nKendra opened the trash bin.
\nInside was a crumpled receipt.
\nGas station.
\nForty minutes earlier.
\nTown: Millbrook.
\nOpposite direction from St. Louis.
\nShaw grabbed it.
\n\u201cMillbrook.\u201d
\nEvelyn\u2019s face changed.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cOld Briar property is outside Millbrook.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat property?\u201d
\n\u201cThe maternity house.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cThe what?\u201d
\n\u201cWhere mothers were kept before illegal adoptions.\u201d
\nMallory whispered, \u201cWhy would Price take Lily there?\u201d
\nEvelyn answered.
\n\u201cBecause the archive entrance is beneath it.\u201d
\nEverything collided.
\nThe keys.
\nThe archive.
\nLily.
\nPrice.
\n\u201cShe isn\u2019t running,\u201d I said.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s going for the records.\u201d
\nShaw nodded.
\n\u201cAnd if the Circle knows\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cThey\u2019re going too.\u201d
\nWe drove faster than I thought possible.
\nThe maternity house stood outside Millbrook behind dead trees and a rusted iron gate.
\nA three-story Victorian home.
\nDark windows.
\nPeeling paint.
\nBut lights glowed downstairs.
\nThere were vehicles everywhere.
\nBlack SUVs.
\nA blue Honda.
\nRebecca was here.
\nAnd so was the Circle.
\nWe parked far back.
\nShaw whispered, \u201cNobody moves until I see what we\u2019re dealing with.\u201d
\nThen my phone vibrated.
\nImpossible.
\nI had thrown it away.
\nI looked down.
\nNot my phone.
\nMallory\u2019s replacement phone from Evelyn.
\nOne message.
\nUnknown number.
\nCLAIRE, COME INSIDE ALONE IF YOU WANT BOTH YOUR DAUGHTERS TO LEAVE ALIVE.<\/strong>
\nI showed Mallory.
\nHer face went white.
\n\u201cBoth.\u201d
\nThey knew.
\nLily was inside.
\nI didn\u2019t wait.
\n\u201cMom!\u201d
\nI ran toward the house.
\nShaw cursed behind me.
\nThe front door opened before I reached it.
\nRebecca Price stood there.
\nHer hair was messy.
\nBlood stained one sleeve.
\n\u201cClaire.\u201d
\nI stopped.
\n\u201cWhere is she?\u201d
\nRebecca\u2019s eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cI tried to protect her.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is Lily?\u201d
\n\u201cI called her Leah.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t care what you called her. Where is my daughter?\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s downstairs.\u201d
\n\u201cTake me.\u201d
\n\u201cClaire\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cNow.\u201d
\nRebecca looked behind me at Mallory.
\nHer face broke.
\n\u201cMallory.\u201d
\nMallory stared at her.
\n\u201cYou knew.\u201d
\nRebecca began crying.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\n\u201cYou knew what they did to me.\u201d
\n\u201cI tried to stop it.\u201d
\n\u201cYou lied to police.\u201d
\n\u201cI was trying to keep Leah alive.\u201d
\nMallory laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cSo everyone had someone more important than me.\u201d
\nRebecca flinched.
\nI grabbed her arm.
\n\u201cEnough. Take me to Lily.\u201d
\nWe entered.
\nThe basement door stood open.
\nStairs descended into bright light.
\nShaw and Evelyn followed despite the message.
\nWe reached a long underground corridor.
\nAt the end stood a steel door.
\nRebecca removed a necklace.
\nA silver locket.
\nEvelyn gasped.
\n\u201cThe first key.\u201d
\nRebecca nodded.
\n\u201cYour mother gave it to me.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cYou had my mother\u2019s locket?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cFor sixteen years?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe made me promise to protect Lily.\u201d
\nRebecca inserted the locket into a strange slot.
\nOne light turned green.
\nA second remained red.
\n\u201cTwo keys,\u201d Shaw said.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is the other?\u201d
\nRebecca looked at me.
\n\u201cYour mother gave it to you.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t have it.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, you do.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cShe hid it somewhere no Circle member would search.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nRebecca\u2019s eyes moved toward Mallory.
\n\u201cInside the child she gave you.\u201d
\nI looked at Mallory.
\nHer scar.
\nThe circular mark.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMallory touched her collarbone.
\n\u201cThe tracker.\u201d
\nRebecca shook her head.
\n\u201cIt isn\u2019t a tracker.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d
\n\u201cThe second key.\u201d
\nMallory backed away.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re saying something is implanted in me?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen you were a baby.\u201d
\n\u201cBy Grandma?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMallory stared at me.
\n\u201cThey cut into me?\u201d
\n\u201cTo protect Lily.\u201d
\nHer face filled with anger.
\n\u201cEveryone keeps using me to protect somebody else.\u201d
\nI took her hand.
\n\u201cNot anymore.\u201d
\nShaw examined the scar.
\n\u201cWe need a doctor.\u201d
\nRebecca shook her head.
\n\u201cNo time.\u201d
\nBehind us came footsteps.
\nMany.
\nEvelyn turned.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re here.\u201d
\nRebecca grabbed a surgical kit from the wall.
\nMallory stared.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cI can remove it.\u201d
\n\u201cNo!\u201d
\nA voice echoed through the corridor.
\n\u201cOpen the archive.\u201d
\nMercer.
\nI recognized him immediately.
\nDaniel Mercer stepped into view.
\nBehind him stood the scarred man.
\nAnd six armed guards.
\nMercer smiled.
\n\u201cMrs. Hale.\u201d
\nMy entire body burned with rage.
\n\u201cYou.\u201d
\n\u201cQuite a reunion.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is Lily?\u201d
\n\u201cSafe.\u201d
\n\u201cYou took Mallory.\u201d
\n\u201cI supervised the correction.\u201d
\nMallory flinched.
\nI moved in front of her.
\n\u201cYou tortured a child.\u201d
\n\u201cI preserved an institution.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re insane.\u201d
\n\u201cInstitutions survive because someone is willing to do unpleasant things.\u201d
\nRebecca shouted, \u201cShe was fifteen!\u201d
\nMercer looked at her.
\n\u201cAnd your daughter was alive because Mallory was useful.\u201d
\nRebecca went pale.
\nMercer looked back at me.
\n\u201cOpen the archive.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHe nodded toward the scarred man.
\nA side door opened.
\nTwo guards brought out a teenage girl.
\nBrown hair.
\nMy eyes.
\nMichael\u2019s smile.
\nLeah.
\nLily.
\nHer hands were tied.
\n\u201cMom!\u201d she screamed at Rebecca.
\nRebecca tried to run toward her.
\nA guard raised his weapon.
\n\u201cStop.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\nSixteen years.
\nMy baby.
\nAlive.
\nTen yards from me.
\nShe looked at me with confusion.
\n\u201cWho is that?\u201d
\nRebecca sobbed.
\nI stepped forward.
\n\u201cLily.\u201d
\nThe girl frowned.
\n\u201cMy name is Leah.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cWho are you?\u201d
\nMy voice broke.
\n\u201cI\u2019m your mother.\u201d
\nEverything stopped.
\nLeah looked at Rebecca.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nRebecca cried harder.
\n\u201cBaby, I\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nLeah pulled against the guards.
\n\u201cNo, you\u2019re my mom.\u201d
\n\u201cI am.\u201d
\nRebecca could barely speak.
\n\u201cI raised you. I love you. Nothing changes that.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what is she talking about?\u201d
\nMercer laughed softly.
\n\u201cFamily reunions are always complicated.\u201d
\nI wanted to kill him.
\nLeah looked at me again.
\nI saw fear.
\nAnger.
\nMy own stubbornness.
\n\u201cI gave birth to you,\u201d I whispered.
\nShe stared at me.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cNo!\u201d
\nMallory stepped beside me.
\n\u201cLeah.\u201d
\nShe looked at Mallory.
\n\u201cYou.\u201d
\n\u201cYou know me?\u201d
\n\u201cMs. Price had pictures.\u201d
\nMallory looked at Rebecca.
\n\u201cOf me?\u201d
\nRebecca nodded.
\n\u201cI watched over you both.\u201d
\nMallory whispered, \u201cShe\u2019s my sister.\u201d
\nLeah stared at her.
\nMercer raised his voice.
\n\u201cEnough.\u201d
\nHe looked at Mallory.
\n\u201cOpen the archive.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen Leah dies first.\u201d
\nRebecca screamed.
\nI stepped forward.
\n\u201cYou need the key. You kill her and you get nothing.\u201d
\nMercer smiled.
\n\u201cYou learn quickly.\u201d
\nMallory looked at me.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\nI looked at the scar.
\nThen the surgical kit.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWe have to.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cIf we open it, maybe we can expose them.\u201d
\n\u201cThey\u2019ll kill us after.\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\n\u201cI just got you back.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you just found Lily.\u201d
\nMallory\u2019s eyes filled.
\n\u201cMom, we can\u2019t leave her.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThen nodded.
\nRebecca worked fast.
\nLocal anesthetic.
\nSmall incision.
\nMallory clenched my hand.
\nI refused to look away.
\nAfter two agonizing minutes, Rebecca lifted a tiny metal cylinder with tweezers.
\nThe second key.
\nMercer smiled.
\n\u201cThere you are.\u201d
\nRebecca inserted it into the second slot.
\nBoth lights turned green.
\nThe steel door unlocked.
\nA cold mechanical sound rolled through the corridor.
\nMercer ordered everyone inside.
\nThe archive was enormous.
\nShelves stretched into darkness.
\nBoxes.
\nLedgers.
\nFilm reels.
\nHard drives.
\nPhotographs.
\nThirty years of secrets.
\nMercer looked almost reverent.
\n\u201cThe memory of Briar.\u201d
\nMallory whispered, \u201cThis can destroy them.\u201d
\nMercer heard.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHe smiled.
\n\u201cThis is what keeps us alive.\u201d
\nHe walked toward a central table.
\nThen stopped.
\nSomeone was already sitting there.
\nAn old man.
\nThin.
\nWhite hair.
\nOxygen tube beneath his nose.
\nMy heart stopped.
\nI recognized him despite the decades.
\nThe shape of his face.
\nHis hands.
\nHis eyes.
\nMy father.
\nThe dead man I had mourned since I was nine.
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cClaire.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t move.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re alive.\u201d
\nHe smiled weakly.
\n\u201cFor now.\u201d
\nMercer froze.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not supposed to be here.\u201d
\nMy father ignored him.
\nHe looked at Mallory.
\nThen Leah.
\n\u201cMy granddaughters.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cClaire.\u201d
\n\u201cNo more secrets.\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cThat is why I came.\u201d
\nMercer raised his gun.
\n\u201cYou should have stayed gone.\u201d
\nMy father smiled.
\n\u201cI did stay gone.\u201d
\nThen he pressed a button beneath the table.
\nRed lights flashed.
\nA mechanical voice filled the archive.
\nARCHIVE UPLOAD INITIATED.<\/strong>
\nMercer\u2019s face changed.
\n\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d
\nMy father looked at me.
\n\u201cWhat your mother and I should have done thirty years ago.\u201d
\nComputer screens lit across the room.
\nFiles transferring.
\nUploading.
\nMercer shouted, \u201cSTOP IT!\u201d
\nThe scarred man rushed toward the control panel.
\nShaw raised his gun.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\nGunfire erupted.
\nLights shattered.
\nPeople screamed.
\nI grabbed Mallory.
\nRebecca pulled Leah down.
\nMy father shouted, \u201cCLAIRE!\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\nHe threw something.
\nA small black drive.
\nI caught it.
\n\u201cTake your daughters and run!\u201d
\nMercer fired.
\nMy father jerked backward.
\n\u201cNo!\u201d
\nI screamed.
\nShaw returned fire.
\nEvelyn dragged me toward a side passage.
\n\u201cGO!\u201d
\n\u201cDad!\u201d
\n\u201cHe gave you the archive!\u201d
\n\u201cHe\u2019s alive!\u201d
\n\u201cNot if you stay!\u201d
\nMallory grabbed my hand.
\nLeah was crying.
\nRebecca pushed her toward me.
\n\u201cTake her!\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cGO!\u201d
\n\u201cCome with us!\u201d
\nRebecca looked back at Mercer.
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca!\u201d
\n\u201cI owe them sixteen years.\u201d
\nShe slammed the emergency door between us.
\nLeah screamed.
\n\u201cMOM!\u201d
\nRebecca remained on the other side.
\nShe looked through the glass.
\n\u201cI love you.\u201d
\n\u201cMom!\u201d
\n\u201cEvery day.\u201d
\nThen she turned toward Mercer.
\nThe door sealed.
\nLeah collapsed against it.
\n\u201cNO!\u201d
\nEvelyn dragged her away.
\n\u201cMove!\u201d
\nWe ran through the passage.
\nBehind us the archive alarms screamed.
\nMallory held my left hand.
\nLeah held my right.
\nFor the first time in my life, both of my daughters were beside me.
\nOne I had raised.
\nOne I had lost.
\nAnd behind us, the people who had stolen both our lives were fighting to keep thirty years of crimes from reaching the world.
\nWe reached a tunnel exit behind the maternity house.
\nThe night air hit us.
\nShaw appeared seconds later, bleeding from his shoulder.
\n\u201cUpload is still running.\u201d
\n\u201cHow long?\u201d
\n\u201cFour minutes.\u201d
\n\u201cTo where?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nI looked at the drive my father had thrown me.
\nA label was taped to it.
\nThree words.
\nDO NOT TRUST EVELYN.<\/strong>
\nI stopped.
\nEvelyn was twenty feet ahead of us.
\nShe turned.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nI hid the drive inside my pocket.
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\nBut suddenly every word she had told me rearranged itself.
\nMy mother.
\nMy father.
\nThe Circle.
\nThe keys.
\nMallory.
\nLily.
\nEvelyn had always seemed to know just enough.
\nAnd now my father\u2014who had spent thirty years inside the darkness\u2014had given me one final warning.
\nDo not trust Evelyn.
\nMallory saw my face.
\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d
\nI whispered, \u201cKeep walking.\u201d
\n\u201cMom?\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t let Evelyn know.\u201d
\n\u201cKnow what?\u201d
\nI leaned close.
\n\u201cGrandpa gave me something.\u201d
\nLeah stared at me through tears.
\n\u201cGrandpa?\u201d
\nThere would be time for that later.
\nIf we survived.
\nBehind us, the maternity house erupted with gunfire again.
\nThen every phone in Evelyn\u2019s vehicle began ringing at once.
\nShaw checked his.
\nOne message had been sent from an unknown source.
\nUPLOAD COMPLETE.<\/strong>
\nMallory gasped.
\n\u201cWe did it.\u201d
\nShaw stared at the phone.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe showed me the next line.
\nFILES RECEIVED BY: E. BRIAR.<\/strong>
\nI slowly looked toward Evelyn.
\nShe had stopped beside the vehicle.
\nShe wasn\u2019t surprised.
\nShe smiled.
\nThen every armed person around us raised their guns.
\nNot at the house.
\nAt us.
\nMallory whispered, \u201cMom.\u201d
\nEvelyn stepped closer.
\n\u201cI hoped your father would make this easy.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cYou wanted the archive uploaded.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause now I have every file.\u201d
\n\u201cYou lied about wanting to destroy the Circle.\u201d
\n\u201cI never said I wanted to destroy it.\u201d
\nShe looked at Mallory and Leah.
\n\u201cI wanted to own it.\u201d
\nShaw raised his weapon.
\nThree rifles aimed at him.
\nEvelyn looked at me.
\n\u201cThe old generation is finished.\u201d
\nShe smiled.
\n\u201cMercer. Your father. Rebecca. All of them.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you?\u201d
\n\u201cI am what comes next.\u201d
\nI felt the drive inside my pocket.
\nMy father knew.
\nThat was why he warned me.
\nEvelyn held out her hand.
\n\u201cGive me the drive.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t have one.\u201d
\nShe smiled.
\n\u201cClaire.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cYour father always kept an offline master copy.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cAnd if he saw you tonight, he gave it to you.\u201d
\nMallory stepped closer to me.
\nLeah did the same.
\nEvelyn\u2019s smile disappeared.
\n\u201cGive it to me.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nShe sighed.
\nThen raised one finger.
\nA guard aimed his rifle directly at Mallory.
\nAnother aimed at Leah.
\nEvelyn spoke quietly.
\n\u201cYou spent sixteen years searching for one daughter without knowing it.\u201d
\nShe looked at Mallory.
\n\u201cAnd one year searching for the other.\u201d
\nThen she looked back at me.
\n\u201cWould you like to lose both of them in the same night?\u201d
\nI felt the drive against my leg.
\nThirty years of proof.
\nNames.
\nCrimes.
\nStolen children.
\nCorrupt officials.
\nEnough evidence to destroy the Briar Circle forever.
\nBut two guns were aimed at my daughters.
\nMallory whispered without moving her lips.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t give it to her.\u201d
\nLeah looked at me.
\nShe didn\u2019t know me.
\nShe had learned I was her biological mother less than twenty minutes earlier.
\nAnd yet she whispered the same thing.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\nEvelyn counted.
\n\u201cThree.\u201d
\nI reached into my pocket.
\n\u201cTwo.\u201d
\nI pulled out the drive.
\nEvelyn smiled.
\n\u201cOne.\u201d
\nI held it up.
\n\u201cFine.\u201d
\nMallory looked at me.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\nI looked directly at Evelyn.
\n\u201cYou want the master archive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cCome get it.\u201d
\nThen I threw the drive.
\nNot toward Evelyn.
\nToward the burning maternity house.
\nIt disappeared through a broken basement window.
\nEvelyn screamed.
\n\u201cNO!\u201d
\nEvery guard turned instinctively.
\nShaw fired.
\nMallory pulled Leah down.
\nI grabbed both girls.
\n\u201cRUN!\u201d
\nWe ran into the woods as the night exploded behind us.
\nBut none of us knew that my father had lied about one thing too.
\nThe drive I had thrown into the fire was not the master archive.
\nBecause when I reached inside my other pocket while running, my fingers touched something I had never seen before.
\nA second drive.
\nAnd taped across it, in my mother\u2019s handwriting, were five words:
\nLILY IS NOT YOUR ONLY CHILD.<\/strong>
\nTO BE CONTINUED IN\u00a0 PART 5 \u2014 FINAL PART: THE DAUGHTERS THEY COULDN\u2019T ERASE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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