Chapter 47:RACHEL’S FINAL PLAY

The drive to see my father left me numb. The air outside the car window felt heavy, and the weight of the upcoming reunion pressed against my chest. I had spent years pretending he didn’t exist, pushing away any memories of him. Now, he held the one thing that could either save me or completely unravel everything my mother had fought to protect.

Oliver sat beside me in silence, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. The tension in the car was thick, but we both knew there was no turning back. I had to see my father, face whatever truths had been hidden from me, and figure out why he held the key to everything.

But before we even made it halfway, my phone buzzed, slicing through the quiet like a knife. I fumbled to pull it out of my pocket, my hands shaking. A message popped up on the screen—one that froze my blood.

“We need to talk. Alone. Bring the boy. Or you’ll never see him again. - R"

Rachel.

My breath caught in my throat as my mind raced. The boy. **Mikey**.

I immediately diale