Chapter 3 - The Woman Who Never Left Me
The message never reached Jason’s phone.
Victor traced it in eleven minutes.
Just like Sarah’s emails six years earlier, it had been caught by a server rule.
Only this time, the rule had been created three weeks ago.
The message contained seven words.
Jason, Daniel knows. Please protect our boys.
Then a location pin.
Jason stared at it.
“Where?”
Victor enlarged the map.
“West Forty-Eighth Street.”
Detective Vega immediately dispatched officers.
Jason wanted to go.
She refused.
“If someone targeted Sarah because of her connection to you, walking into an unknown location yourself is a bad idea.”
“They’re my children.”
The words came naturally.
Jason realized it only after saying them.
No DNA result yet.
No legal proof.
But somewhere between Noah asking whether his brother could eat and Eli repeating the lie Daniel had told their mother, Jason had stopped thinking of the twins as strangers.
Detective Vega softened slightly.
“Then stay with them.”
Jason hated being told to wait.
He had built his entire adult life around eliminating waiting.
Problems were solved.
Doors were opened.
People returned calls.
Money made obstacles disappear.
But money could not tell him where Sarah was.
At three in the afternoon, Jason took the boys to his apartment.
His penthouse had three bedrooms.
Only one had ever been used.
The others looked like hotel rooms prepared for guests who never came.
Noah walked slowly through the enormous living room.
“Do you live here alone?”
Jason nodded.
“Why?”
Jason had no answer.
Eli pressed his face to the windows.
“Whoa.”
Jason stood behind him.
The city stretched for miles.
“Can you see our apartment?”
“Where is it?”
“Queens.”
“Probably not.”
Eli nodded seriously.
“Your house is too high.”
Jason almost laughed.
Claire arrived carrying clothes, toothbrushes, children’s pajamas, books, snacks, and two booster seats she had somehow acquired in less than ninety minutes.
“You bought a store?”
“You told me to get what they needed.”
“I didn’t tell you to buy Manhattan.”
“You didn’t specify a budget.”
Noah watched them.
“Are you his wife?”
Claire choked.
Jason said, “No.”
Claire said, “Absolutely not.”
Noah considered this.
“Mom says rich men marry their assistants in movies.”
Claire laughed so suddenly she had to turn away.
Jason felt something strange.
Warmth.
Not happiness.
He was too terrified for happiness.
But life had entered the apartment.
Shoes appeared in the hallway.
A cereal bowl sat on a marble counter that had never held anything more domestic than a bottle of wine.
A stuffed rabbit occupied a sofa that cost more than Jason’s first car.
At 5:42, the DNA clinic called.
Jason took the call in his bedroom.
“Mr. Miller, your expedited test is complete.”
He sat down.
“What does it say?”
“The probability of biological paternity for both children exceeds 99.99 percent.”
Jason closed his eyes.
For several seconds he could hear nothing except his own breathing.
“Thank you.”
He ended the call.
Then he sat alone.
Five years.
He had sons.
First steps he had missed.
First words.
Birthdays.
Fevers.
Christmas mornings.
Nightmares.
School.
Five years of tiny moments he could never purchase back.
He thought of Sarah sending thirty-seven emails.
He thought of Daniel deleting every one.
Jason covered his face.
The bedroom door opened slightly.
Noah stood there.
“You okay?”
Jason lowered his hands.
“Yeah.”
“You look sad.”
“I am.”
Noah entered.
“Because Mom’s missing?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
Jason swallowed.
Noah held out a folded piece of paper.
“What is this?”
“I drew it.”
Jason opened it.
Four stick figures.
A woman.
Two small boys.
And a tall man standing awkwardly at the edge.
Jason pointed.
“Who’s that?”
“You.”
Something inside Jason broke.
Not loudly.
There were no dramatic tears.
Just one breath that refused to come out properly.
“You’ve never met me.”
“Mom showed us pictures.”
“Why am I standing so far away?”
Noah shrugged.
“She said you were far away.”
Jason looked at the picture.
“Can I keep this?”
Noah seemed surprised.
“If you want.”
“I do.”
Noah moved toward the door.
Jason stopped him.
“Noah?”
The boy turned.
“The test came back.”
“What test?”
Jason almost smiled.
“The one that tells us if I’m really your dad.”
Noah became very still.
“And?”
“I am.”
Noah stared.
Jason waited.
The boy did not run forward.
He did not hug him.
Instead he whispered, “For real?”
“For real.”
Noah’s eyes filled.
“Then why didn’t you come before?”
There it was.
The question Jason would spend years answering.
He crouched.
“Because I didn’t know.”
“Daniel knew.”
“Yes.”
“Mom knew.”
“Yes.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No.”
Noah looked at the floor.
“Mom said sometimes grown-ups lose things they don’t know they lost.”
Jason could barely speak.
“She’s right.”
Noah stepped closer.
“Did you lose us?”
Jason nodded.
“Yes.”
Noah looked at him.
“Did you want to?”
“No.”
The answer came instantly.
“No. Never.”
Noah moved another inch.
Then another.
Finally he leaned forward.
Jason wrapped his arms around him.
The child felt impossibly small.
Jason had negotiated deals worth hundreds of millions of dollars without shaking.
Now his hands trembled around a five-year-old boy.
A second body collided with them.
Eli.
“Group hug.”
Jason laughed through tears.
For the first time in years, he did not care that someone saw him cry.
His phone rang.
Claire appeared in the doorway.
“Jason.”
He heard the tone.
He stood.
Detective Vega was calling.
“We found the location from Sarah’s message.”
Jason’s chest tightened.
“What was there?”
“An underground parking structure.”
“And Sarah?”
“Not there.”
Jason closed his eyes.
“But we found surveillance footage.”
“Daniel?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
“A black SUV picked Sarah up at approximately six twenty-three.”
Jason’s heart sank.
“Can you identify it?”
“We have a partial plate.”
“Anything else?”
“Yes.”
Vega paused.
“The driver took her to St. Vincent Medical Center.”
Jason froze.
“A hospital?”
“She was admitted through emergency intake at 6:51 under no identification.”
“Is she alive?”
Another pause.
“She was when she arrived.”
Jason grabbed his jacket.
“Which room?”
“Mr. Miller, listen to me.”
“What room?”
“She sustained head trauma and significant blood loss.”
Jason was already moving.
“Is she alive now?”
“Yes.”
His knees nearly weakened.
“Yes,” Vega repeated. “She’s in intensive care.”
Jason looked at the twins.
Noah understood before anyone spoke.
“You found her?”
Jason nodded.
“We found your mom.”
Twenty minutes later Jason stood outside intensive care.
Claire stayed with the boys in a family waiting room while Vega briefed him.
Sarah had been struck by a vehicle.
The driver fled.
A delivery worker found her and took her to the hospital.
Jason looked through the glass.
Six years disappeared again.
Sarah lay beneath white sheets.
Bandage at her temple.
Bruises along one side of her face.
A breathing tube.
Jason pressed his palm to the window.
“I should have known.”
Vega stood beside him.
“Known what?”
“That she wouldn’t just disappear.”
“Six years ago?”
Jason nodded.
“I convinced myself she chose to leave.”
“Why?”
“Because it hurt less than believing something had happened.”
Vega looked at him.
“Someone wanted you to believe she left.”
Jason turned.
Before Vega could answer, a nurse rushed past them.
Then another.
An alarm sounded inside Sarah’s room.
Jason stepped forward.
“What’s happening?”
The nurse blocked him.
“Sir, stay back.”
Doctors surrounded Sarah.
Jason’s heart hammered.
Then he saw someone moving at the far end of the ICU corridor.
A man in a dark coat.
Walking quickly toward the stairwell.
Jason only caught his profile for a second.
But it was enough.
“Daniel!”
The man stopped.
Then ran.
Jason sprinted after him.
The stairwell door swung shut.
Jason reached it.
Pulled it open.
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And found Daniel standing one flight below.
He was holding an empty syringe.
