Silence swallowed the room.
Eliza felt the world collapse beneath her.
“My… daughter?” she whispered.
Arthur nodded slowly.
“You didn’t lose one child that night.”
The screens displayed another security recording from the hospital nursery. Two bassinets stood beside each other. One carried Oliver’s name.
The second disappeared from the camera just seconds after midnight.
“No…” Eliza gasped.
Marcus’s voice returned through the speakers.
“You searched for your son for years… but never realized your daughter was taken first.”
Damian stared at the footage in disbelief.
“Who took her?”
The monitors switched to a single frozen image.
A little girl, about eight years old, smiled while holding the hand of a man whose face had been deliberately blurred.
Oliver looked at the picture.
“I know her…”
Everyone turned toward him.
“I played with her yesterday.”
The room fell completely silent.
Eliza’s heart stopped.
“Where?”
Oliver slowly pointed toward the church doors.
“Outside…”
At that exact moment…
A little girl’s laughter echoed through the chapel.
To Be Continued…
