Chapter 4 - The Warehouse of Missing Children
The warehouse was empty.
Almost.
There were cages.
Beds.
Medical equipment.
Children's toys.
My stomach dropped.
“This isn't just about Luca.”
Adrian's face went dark.
“No.”
He found files.
Names.
Dates.
Birth certificates.
Adoption records.
Dozens of children.
All listed as deceased.
None had died.
They had been trafficked.
My hands shook.
“Who is doing this?”
Adrian looked at the records.
“Someone with access to hospitals.”
A sound came from upstairs.
Footsteps.
We moved.
A man fired.
Adrian returned fire.
The shooter fled.
We found Luca hidden in a storage room.
He was terrified.
The moment he saw me, his face changed.
“Loretta.”
I cried.
“Luca.”
He reached for me.
I knelt.
He hugged me.
Adrian turned away.
His shoulders shook.
For a moment, we forgot the guns.
The conspiracy.
May you like
The danger.
There was only a father watching his son come home.
