*Beth’s POV*

Charles fell to his knees in a panic, trying to pick up Eve's remains. Phoebe took the opportunity to take me.

“Let me go!” I pointed my gun at Phoebe, but she only smiled at me, as if she was still my dear aunt.

“Dear little Beth. Don’t you want to see your father and the boys?”

She knew my weaknesses. She was right. I fell limp and let her take me to my father’s secret ...