A familiar face filled the screen. It was Detective Reyes, the woman who had helped her disappear three years ago. "Allison, we’ve been monitoring Marcus’s devices. He just incriminated himself on your doorstep recording. We have everything. Stay inside. Units are on the way."
Marcus’s grin vanished. He looked down at his jacket pocket—a hidden recorder. "That’s… that’s not admissible." Baby Jana Pt8 -Ex Webe Model Allison-
Allison closed the door, leaned against it, and exhaled. Jana looked up at her, calm now, as if she understood that her mama had just won a war she didn’t even know was being fought. A familiar face filled the screen
"Good morning, Baby Jana," Allison whispered, scooping up the infant. Jana’s big brown eyes blinked slowly, her tiny fist clutching Allison’s silk robe. "You’re the only follower I care about now." He just incriminated himself on your doorstep recording
And then something unexpected happened. Allison’s phone—her new phone, the one with no ties to her old life—lit up. It was a video call from an unknown number. She answered on instinct.
The doorbell rang.