NICHOLAS’S POV

After opening the black file and seeing Ava’s wide-eyed horror that morning, there was nothing else to say. Her silence was louder than any shout.

She didn’t ask any more questions.

She didn’t even look at me the same, but I didn’t have the time to ease her fears.

My children were still gone and whoever took them knew me, not the version in the media, not the billionaire with a cruel smile and elegant suit.

No, this person knew the version I tried to bury ten ...