Chapter 162

• Lucia's POV
• I watched the feds cuff Victor tight while agents swarmed the crypt in chaos because his whisper lingered in my ear like a bad dream I couldn’t shake, “Mother’s alive… hidden clinic,” so I froze right there with toddler Mateo clung crying to my chest as Ryan pulled me close asking “Trap?” but Sofia sobbed “Mom?” next to Sarah’s body cold on the floor.
• The agents moved fast yelling orders to secure the scene since Victor knelt bloodied from the hand shot I gave him yet his eyes locked mine pleading one last time before they hauled him up because he looked defeated for real this time or maybe it was just another act.