KIEL'S POINT OF VIEW
I didn't waste time. As soon as I saw that file, as soon as Odette's face stared back at me with that cold, commanding look—the one I'd only ever seen glimpses of when she thought no one was watching—I grabbed my keys and left.
I needed answers.
And I thought Luke had them.
He was at the park again. With Dalle.
Of course he was.
They were sitting on the swings. Luke was pushing Dalle gently, and my son's laughter echoed through the open field. It should've made me smile.
Instead, it tightened every muscle in my body.
Luke saw me approaching. He smiled—but it was careful.
"Hey," he said.
I nodded at Dalle. "Go on to the slide, Tiger. I need to talk to Luke."
Dalle looked between us and nodded. "Okay, Daddy."
As soon as he was out of earshot, I faced Luke fully.
"I saw something."
Luke didn't blink. "Yeah?"
"Vynn DeSalle. He's alive."
That made him flinch. Just a twitch. But I caught it.
