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    Eloisa knew that Elliana was speaking logically and sensibly, but her heartpletely refused to listen to reason. Her eyes stayed glued to the phone screen, and her voice was thick with raw emotion when she spoke again. “A mother just knows these things,” she whispered, her voice starting to break. “I can feel it in my bones. This is him. This is my son. It has to be!”


    Eloisa looked up at Elliana with eyes bright with desperate, almost frantic hope. “Ms. Marsh, do you have any idea where he might have gone after the fight? I have to find him somehow. I need to see him face-to-face, to know if he’s safe, to find out if he even has any memory of me or this family…”


    Elliana said as gently as she could, “I have no idea where they disappeared to, or if there’s any way to predict when or where they might show up again.”


    The fragile hope drained from Eloisa’s face, leaving only raw disappointment. Gatlin, who had always been the more level-headed partner in their marriage, wrapped a protective arm around his wife’s trembling shoulders. “Take it easy, sweetheart,” he said in a soothing voice. “Elliana’s absolutely right. We can’t bepletely sure of anything yet.”


    Charles stepped in tofort his mother. “Mom, Ms. Marsh took the trouble toe here tonight specifically to talk to us about this. Let’s give her a chance to tell us everything she wanted to say.”


    Their words seemed to cut through the fog of Eloisa’s overwhelming sorrow. She took several deep, shaky breaths, wiped away the tears that had started streaming down her cheeks, and managed to give Elliana a watery but genuinely apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry for falling apart like this. I just gotpletely overwhelmed. Please, go ahead and tell us whatever you came here to discuss.”


    Elliana smiled back at Eloisa withplete understanding andpassion.


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    Elliana gazed at Eloisa. “Do you happen to have any photographs of Cutler from when he was a small child? If you could show them to me, I might actually be able to help you figure this out. I have quite a bit of experience analyzing andparing bone structure between different images.”


    After all, Elliana was Milena, one of the most skilled medical professionals in the world. When it came to human anatomy and skeletal analysis, she was rarely wrong in her assessments.


    That suggestion was all Eloisa needed to hear. A bright spark of renewed excitement immediately returned to her eyes. “Yes! Of course, I have pictures! I’ll go get them right this second!”


    Eloisa didn’t wait for anyone to respond, practically sprinting toward the staircase with renewed energy. Every single photograph that had ever been taken of Cutler during his brief time with them was an irreceable treasure that she had carefully protected and cherished for more than twenty years.


    Just a few minutester, Eloisa came hurrying back down the stairs, clutching an enormous, thick photo album against her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.


    Eloisa set a thick photo album onto the table and said, “Ms. Marsh, these are all pictures of Cutler from his childhood.”


    Elliana lifted the album into herp and began turning the pages one after another. The image of the man in the ck trench coat from the night before had burned clearly in her memory, and she studied each photograph carefully, matching it against that face from every angle she could.


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