Chapter 8 - The Flight to Michigan
Our private Sikorsky helicopter cut through the stormy night sky, flying low over the black expanse of Lake Michigan.
The heavy rotor blades chopped rhythmically through the freezing air as thunder rumbled in the distance.
I sat across from Evelyn, holding a digital tablet connected to my estate’s live medical monitoring feeds.
Beyond the glowing screen, my six-year-old twins lay side-by-side in their hospital beds back in Chicago.
Their vital signs were declining slowly, the blue line representing their blood pressure dipping lower each hour.
“They’re holding on for you, Lawson,” Evelyn said softly over the noise of the helicopter engine.
“Genevieve talked about them every single day,” she added, a faint, nostalgic smile touching her lips.
“She made me memorize their favorite bedtime stories just in case I had to prove who I was.”
I looked at Evelyn, the cold walls around my heart cracking slightly as I realized how much she had endured.
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“Why risk your life for a family you didn't even know?” I asked genuinely.
“Because Genevieve saved my life first when I was brought into that terrible place,” Evelyn answered simply.
