In my previous life, before my daughter was blown apart in the kindergarten, she had called me once.
Her voice was trembling, cautious, filled with fear.
“Mom, the bad man lit the explosives. He said we’re all going to heaven.”
“Mom, he told Dad to choose which child to save, but he didn’t choose me…”
“Is it because I wasn’t good that Dad doesn’t like me?”
That voice, I could never forget it, even after death.
She was just a small child, yet because Aidan didn’t choose her, she blamed herself.
This time, I vowed I would never let my daughter suffer again!
My whole body was taut with determination, yet I refused to step back.
I dialed my brother’s number once more.
“Brother, I’ve already switched on the phone’s location. Did you find the address?”
When I had started dating Aidan, my brother had stood firmly against it.
To stay by Aidan’s side, I had forged a false identity, claiming I was an orphan who had followed him to Rockville.
Six long years had passed, and I knew my brother had been secretly searching for me all along.
The largest international mercenary organization had circulated my information for years, with every useful lead worth a million.