Chapter 8 - My Uncle Revealed He Had Been Watching Me From the Streets for Three Weeks, and the Homeless Girl He Thought Nobody Would Miss Was the One Person Who Could Destroy HimWe found my uncle.
He had rented a warehouse.
Inside were files about me.
Every shelter.
Every street.
Every place I'd slept.
Photographs.
The old coat.
My backpack.
Everything.
I felt sick.
“You watched me.”
He smiled.
“You were easy to track.”
“Why?”
“Because nobody cared where you went.”
That sentence hurt.
More than I wanted it to.
He continued:
“I thought you would disappear.”
“But I didn't.”
“No.”
“You didn't expect Ethan.”
“No.”
He looked toward Ethan's father.
“You changed the plan.”
The billionaire stepped forward.
“You threatened my son.”
“Yes.”
“You threatened Lily.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Money.”
The answer was brutally simple.
My uncle believed money gave him control.
He was wrong.
I looked at him.
“You can't have the trust.”
He laughed.
“You don't control it.”
“I do.”
“No.”
“Actually,” I said, “I do.”
I held up the document.
The trust required me and Ethan.
Together.
We could lock the money.
We could protect the children.
We could destroy the network.
He realized too late.
I had something he didn't.
Choice.
The police entered.
He was arrested.
The trust was secured.
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The families were safe.
And the girl nobody noticed was no longer invisible.
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