Chapter 12 - Finding Irrefutable Proof That She Is My Daughter
The security contractor rushed the doorway, but Miller dropped him with a single, precise sweep that sent him crashing into the kitchen counter.
Mark froze near the stone fireplace, his hands raised in the air as Miller’s flashlight beam blinded him.
“Where is she?” Nora screamed, sprinting past Mark into the hallway toward the master bedroom.
She threw open the door to find Lily curled up in a corner of the bed, trembling with her eyes squeezed shut.
“Mommy?” Lily whispered timidly, pulling the silver half-heart necklace out from beneath her cardigan.
Nora dropped to her knees, gathering her daughter into her arms and burying her face in the child’s soft blonde hair.
“I’ve got you, baby... I’m right here, and I am never letting you go,” Nora sobbed, rocking her back and forth.
Eleanor emerged from the shadows of the hallway, her expression cold and arrogant despite the armed federal agent standing behind her.
“You think you’ve won something here, Nora?” Eleanor sneered, adjusting her diamond earrings with trembling hands.
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“She doesn't even know who you are; legally, she belongs to the Vance trust.”
“Legally, she belongs to me,” Nora snapped back, standing up with Lily safely clutched against her chest.
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