The words burned on the screen, a final, poisoned dart from an enemy she thought was defeated. *...where the real Sutton baby ended up?*
The quiet peace of the command center shattered. The thrill of their total victory turned to ice in Evelyn's veins. For a single, frozen moment, she couldn't breathe. Her heart, which had been beating with a calm, steady rhythm, suddenly felt like a stone in her chest.
A new, more complex horror washed over her. All this time, she had been fighting for justice for herself, for the life that was stolen. But there was another victim. A ghost. A baby who had been erased from the world just as she had been.
Kaelen watched her face. He saw the flicker of triumph in her eyes die, replaced by a wave of shock so profound it made her look fragile, lost. He saw the color drain from her cheeks, her hands, resting on the keyboard, suddenly trembling.
His reaction was instant. It was not analytical. It was protective.
He didn't move to analyze the message on the screen. He moved to secure the room. With a few quick, silent keystrokes on his own terminal, he severed the command center's connection to the outside world. The satellite uplinks went dark. The external network connections vanished. He plunged them into a pocket of absolute digital silence.
He created a safe house in the middle of their own fortress.
Only then did he walk to her side. He didn't speak. He simply reached out and placed his large, warm hand over her two, which were now ice-cold.
The contact was a silent, grounding force. It pulled her back from the edge of the cold shock.
"I'm here," he said, his voice a low, steady murmur that cut through the ringing in her ears. "We'll figure this out. Together."
She took a deep, shuddering breath, the warmth of his hand a steady anchor in the sudden, violent storm. He was right. Shock was a luxury she couldn't afford.



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