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A frantic Tom and Chloe jumped out, and she and Michael jogged up to meet them.
“Do we know anything?” Tom demanded.
“Just what I told you on the phone. That the stalker was inside the house when Hannah got back and said he was taking Asher unless we gave him Samara,” Michael answered.
Chloe’s face paled further, and Samara felt her panic amp up a notch.
This was all her fault.
Because of her, her brother might lose his son.
Fin and Chloe had already lost one child when he was born too prematurely after a car accident, and now they might lose another.
Or they might have already lost Asher.
They didn't know if the stalker was still here or if he had already fled.
“Let’s just get in there,” Chloe snapped, her gun in hand and a look on her face that said she welcomed the chance to use it.
“Stay behind me,” Michael instructed as the four of them made their way toward the front door.
Samara stayed as close to Michael’s back as she could without actually climbing on it and prayed that they had gotten here in time. If the stalker was still here, they could arrest him, and this would all be over. If they were too late and he was already gone with her nephew, then she would never forgive herself, and her brother would never forgive her either.
Tom opened the door; the house was quiet. Was that a good sign or a bad one?
Painstakingly slowly they crept through the house until theygot to the living room.
Where they found Hannah lying unmoving on the floor.
Tom ran to her, dropping to his knees at his wife’s side and pressing his fingers to her neck. “She’s alive,” he told them, his voice thick with emotion.
“Stay here with Tom, I’ll check the rest of the house,” Michael told her.
Michael and Chloe disappeared, and Samara stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and watched as Tom gathered Hannah up and carried her to the couch, laying her down and grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch to spread over her.
“He’s gone,” Chloe half-sobbed as she came running back into the room.
“Noelle was in her room.” Michael held the little girl in his arms as he followed Chloe into the living room and handed the child to her. “You take her, I’ll go get some towels for Hannah’s head.”
“Chloe?” Fin’s voice called out, and a moment later he appeared in the doorway.
“He’s gone,” Chloe sobbed, throwing her arms around her husband. “Asher is gone. We were too late. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” Fin said, dragging Chloe closer and crushing her against him.
Her brother was right.
This wasn't Chloe’s fault.
Or Tom’s, or Hannah’s, or Michael’s, or anyone else’s.
It was her fault.
Hers and hers alone.
“We’ll get him back,” Fin told Chloe, whose head nodded against his shoulder.
On the couch, Hannah groaned, and everyone’s attention snapped to her.
