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Chapter 8 - My Grandson Was Kidnapped—and the Note Left Behind Was Written in My Son’s HandwritingLeo disappeared during a family dinner.

One moment he was playing with a wooden toy.

The next, his room was empty.

A window stood open.

On the crib was a note.

I recognized the handwriting immediately.

Mateo.

Bring Nico to the old cemetery. Come alone.

Mateo swore he hadn't written it.

Then we realized the truth.

Someone had copied his handwriting.

Nico was playing another game.

He wanted us divided.

He wanted Mateo blamed.

And he wanted Leo as leverage.

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The cemetery became a trap.

But this time, I was ready.

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