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“Fill it up with writing the true account of what happened with the lieutenant governor? The Marshall murders. Or what happened to Lacy, Ariella, and Jillian.” They’d discussed Pen telling the world what really happened to their families so the nosy morons would stop making crap up. The stuff that people said speculating just infuriated Sydney so much she didn’t spend much time online anymore at all.
It was herfamilyafter all.
Sydney thought Pen would be good at telling those stories. Pen understood how details worked together and understood people, individually and groups—theoretically. Trauma had plagued them all—long before Sydney had ever met this girl next to her.
Sometimes she thought that trauma was never going to end.
“I guess I could try. What else am I going to do in my spare time? Hang out and be normal? I so don’t think that’s going to happen.”
Well, neither one of them would be. Eventually, they’d be ok with that. But for tonight, she was going to find a way to distract this genius nerd girl next to her.
A bestie’s job was just never done after all.
23
Gregory recognizedthe young woman who entered the hospital daycare with Jillian Deane immediately. He had studied her before.
Denita’s eldest daughter.Paige.
Gregory hadcreatedthis woman.
One of his first, once the experiment had begun. He had used donated sperm, of course. To protect himself. And a very well-paid surrogate. He had gifted the girl to her mother two days after Paige’s birth. He would never forget Denita’s joy.
DNA research had been happening years before this girl’s birth. He had been forward thinking enough to know that he did not want that biological evidence linked to himself. Denita hadn’t cared. She had just wanted a baby. A girl.
That was what Gregory had given her.
And then, a few months later, Denita had been angered when he had instructed her on how to properly raise that child and Paige’s eldest brother. Denita had run from him. Nothing had broken him more than Denita running from him.
When this girl was one. Paige and young Luke were taken from Denita by her bitch sister less than two years later.
Bonita had given them away almost immediately.
For money.
Denita had returned to Gregory, though. Denita always returned to him eventually.
Without the children she had adored so much.
He hadn’t seen the children again.
Until years later. When this girl had been fifteen. He had spent years hunting for her on the streets of Houston after he had discovered she’d been given to foster care in that city by Bonita.
Paige had continued Denita’s legacy. She had three children now. Beautiful children.
His heart raced when it clicked.
Children.
Paige was aprovenbreeder now. With threehealthy,perfect young children. She looked just like her mother. And she was right here. In Finley Creek. So far from her home in St. Louis.
Like the gift she had always been.
She was brilliant—he had accessed her psychological profile from the FBI through a connection years ago. She had an IQ putting her well within the genius range. She was only in her early thirties, thirty-one or thirty-two now, he thought. Maybe thirty-three. He’d have to check his records.
If he could get her, and she just disappeared here in Texas…
She was proven to befertile.
