The van doors slammed shut, leaving them standing in an empty parking garage, the echo of Marcella's heels fading into nothing.

Eva clutched Sophia tighter, her heart hammering so hard she could taste copper. The baby in her arms felt warm, solid, real,but so had the one on the screen.

Alessandro's gun was still raised, aimed at nothing, his face carved from stone. "That was impossible."

"Twins," Jeremy breathed, his voice rough. He'd followed them out, bleeding from a gash on his temple. "They ...