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“Gwen?” Chloe questioned.

“Can I get her full name?”

“Gwyneth Wroblewitz.” The law enforcement officers jotted the name I had just said in their respective papers.

“We’ll get someone to visit her and Franklin Hollis and maybe get an alibi from them.”

“As vindictive as Gwen can be, she wouldn’t harm a child. She doesn’t even know I have a one-year-old.”

“Ben? Do you think it’s possible that it’s Tonette?” Chloe said beside me, her head low as she stared at our intertwined fingers.

“Tonette?” Grant raised an eyebrow.

“Why would this Tonette person want to harm your child?” Reeds queried.

“She’s the mother of my firstborn. We ended on very bad terms after I found out that she was associated with a cocaine user. I filed a restraining order against her after that. But that was years ago. We hadn’t had contact since then.”

“She might be the lurker type. Maybe she studied where and who you associate yourself with and then took the chance to hurt you.”

“You said she’s your first-born’s biological mother? Maybe she kidnapped the child out of jealousy? Maybe to spite you and Ms. Kennedy?” Detective Reeds pointed out. “But this is all an assumption, of course. We can’t exactly know that it’s her until we get a profile.”

“I’ll get her complete name and run it in the system. But that could take a while.” Officer Grant stood from her chair across from us, and Chloe followed her movements with her bloodshot eyes.

“How long? What about my daughter?”

“We have officers combing the area with the description of your child and the full profile that we have of the kidnapper from the camera feeds. They’ll alert us once they find something.”

“Her name?” Grant asked one last time.

“Antonette Addams.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Chloe

“Areyouokay,babe?”

I didn’t even know if I was alive anymore. My brain had shut down, and I had no more tears left. I had used my inhaler three times in just an hour as stress and emotions consumed my entire being.

“Yeah,” I whispered, sniffing. My eyes were sore from wiping at them, and I could feel the heat on my cheeks from all the pent-up frustration.

Ben hadn’t let go of my hand since we arrived at the station, and my eyes were so heavy that as I rested my head on his shoulder, I was afraid I was going to pass out.

“Do you want to eat anything?”

I didn’t know how Ben did it. How he was able to hold things together and not fall apart. If he was internally falling apart, then he was good at masking it. He had been my rock, helping me not to collapse right here, right now. And I had kept him cool whenever he’d snap at the concerned calls he’d been receiving for the past hours.

“No. I’m fine. How long has it been?”

“Three hours.” Ben outstretched his arm to check his wristwatch. He kissed my forehead, his thumb circling the back of my palm.

We had been in the police station waiting room for over three hours, and the police had offered us food, beverages, and a cot that we could take a quick nap on. But we’d refused them except for the strong coffee they brought us. “You know we can go to the penthouse. You can rest there, and they’ll call us when they find something.”

“I can’t rest. I can’t even think straight.” We were closer here, meaning we'd know immediately if they had information about her. Besides, if I left, there wouldn’t be a point. There was no chance of sleeping when my thoughts were all over the place, worried to death about my baby. “What could’ve happened to her?”

The universe couldn’t even cut me some slack. We were on cloud nine the past couple of days after the brunch. Sofi was happy, and I was happy that Ben’s family adored the new addition to their family.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged. Then this happened—my poor baby Sofi.

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