Her heart pounded harder with every step.
This couldn’t be real.
Vivienne was gone.
Everyone said so.
The police said so.
Her family believed so.
Yet deep inside, Sienna felt something she hadn’t felt in twelve years.
Hope.
Finally, they reached a small house overlooking the sea.
The boy stopped at the door.
His tiny hand shook.
“She’s inside.”
Sienna couldn’t breathe.
Slowly, the door opened.
A woman stepped into the sunlight.
Older.
Thinner.
A scar across her cheek.
But those eyes…
Sienna knew those eyes.
“Vivienne…” she whispered.
The woman froze.
For a moment neither moved.
Then tears filled Vivienne’s eyes.
“Sienna?”
The sisters ran toward each other.
Twelve years of pain disappeared in a single embrace.
Both collapsed to their knees crying.
“I thought you were dead,” Sienna sobbed.
“I wanted to come back,” Vivienne cried. “But they said they would kill my son.”
Sienna looked at the boy.
Her nephew.
The child who had crossed the city to find her.
Suddenly, a gunshot echoed outside.
The sisters turned in horror.
The front window shattered.
Vivienne pulled her son behind her.
“They found us,” she whispered.
Sienna stared at her.
“Who?”
Vivienne’s face went white.
Then she looked directly at her sister and said:
“The person who ordered my disappearance…
is a member of our family.”
