**Third person**Sheraton hotel?She wondered if she'd heard it before. The name held a faint echo—a whisper of a memory she couldn't quite grasp. Still, the idea of a change of scenery, a chance to explore a new place with her grandpa, held an undeniable appeal."Alright," she finally agreed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'd like that."Grandpa Charles beamed. "Excellent! I'll let Sarah know. It'll be good for you to get some sunshine and some fresh air.""I used to push you on this swing. Does it ring a bell?" Charles asked, holding onto the rope of a swing.He'd brought Chloe here in the hopes that the park would help with some of her childhood memories.Too bad that it's Cara who grew up here."No," Chloe replied, shaking her head. An air of frustration hung over her; neither the swing nor the park felt even a tiny bit familiar."Hop on; let me push you. Maybe it might help with remembering a thing or two," Grandpa suggested.Chloe giggled. "Are you serious?""Of course!"
**Third person**Jeff grunted. “I didn't forget about it.”“Great! I just called to remind you. I'll see you tomorrow then.”With that, the line went dead. Chloe woke up the next morning to Elizabeth's call.“Hey dear, How are you?”“I'm great!" Chloe replied, feeling enthusiastic."I see you're having a good time. The wedding is today, right?""Yeah, the wedding is today. But it's a shame that we won't to about to explore Miami since we arrived late yesterday," Chloe pouted. The wedding was on Indian Creek city. She'd heard how beautiful it was from Grandpa and she'd have really loved to look around before leaving. Elizabeth was silent. Perhaps it was shock or the fact the she was still trying to process what Chloe had just said. Did she hear wrong? Miami?Chloe, oblivious of what was going on with Elizabeth rambled on. "I was actually hoping we could look around after the wedding, but Grandpa Charles said that he has some important things to do and exploring Miami would have to
**Third person**Twenty minutes earlier,Muffled moans emanated from one of the men's restrooms on the second floor. Felix, the guy that Robert had hired to follow Chloe around and make sure that she didn't run into Jeff, was fucking one of the cooks."Ughhh..." Felix groaned as he released his hot cum into the cook's pussy.Just then, his phone rang. His fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the call. "I hope you didn't let her out of your sight?" Robert's stern voice rang from the receiver."No, boss," he answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "She's drinking a glass of wine right now.""Good," Robert said, and then hung up.As soon as the line went dead, Felix immediately got dressed without even bothering to wash up.Arrangements had already been made. Felix was dressed as a waiter and had a trolley of dishes that he was obviously not going to serve to anyone. After leaving the restroom, he pushed his trolley and was headed towards the wedding hall to keep an eye on Ch
**Third person**"I know, right..." Jeff agreed, oblivious to Richard's sarcasm. "That'd be really wild, especially since I told you to do a background check on Chloe when I first met her." Jeff shot Richard an accusing look, even though he himself knew too well that Chloe wasn't a twin. She'd have mentioned it if she had.The crease on Richard's brow deepened. His friend most certainly didn't believe that Chloe was a twin.He'd only been sarcastic when he said that. "Consider that as an option when you're checking things out. I want you to check out all the available possibilities," Jeff ordered. "No way she was a twin; my background check on her was thorough," Richard countered, shocked by the fact that Jeff actually thought Chloe was a twin. "Yes, right. That's why you missed out on the fact that her father was trafficking drugs.""True," Richard admitted. "I know that I missed out her father's drug trafficking business, but there is no way I'd have left out something like this
**Third person**He immediately gripped Chloe's shoulders and called out to the guards. “Get her to the car immediately. We're going to the hospital.”“What's the problem, Grandpa?” Chloe asked, her face etched with confusion. “Honey, you'll be fine, okay?” One of the guards carried Chloe and headed to the car. Grandpa Charles hurriedly slipped into the car after Chloe; his palms were dripping with sweat as he yelled to his driver, “Start the car at once! And take us to the nearest hospital.”The driver reached for the ignition, and the car engine roared. “Yes, sir,” he answered, and soon the car was already on the highway.“Grandpa,” Chloe called out, her brows furrowing with concern. What was going on?“Shhh….” Charles pressed his finger against the middle of his lips. “Just try to stay quiet, okay? You're having a reaction,” he explained. “A reaction?” Chloe echoed. What was Grandpa talking about? She felt totally fine.“Shh…” Charles reminded her, gesturing for Chloe to remai
**Third person**“Yes, sir.”Charles pressed his lips together, his hand reaching for the photo album.His eyes scanned the faded photographs again, but the image still remained the same: a picture of a younger Cara, no more than ten years old, caught his eye. She was smiling brightly, holding a giant teddy bear with the small EpiPen holder clipped to her backpack strap.The image was a stark reminder of the truth he's desperately trying to avoid. He closed the album with a heavy sigh. She'd seemed very different this time, but he thought that it was due to her memory loss.Grandpa Charles couldn't ignore the growing evidence. Something wasn't right, and he needed to find answers fast.“Sir, are you still on the line?” The male voice rang from the receiver, snapping him out of his thoughts.“I need you to get everything you can on my granddaughter; when she returned to Miami, when she went into a coma... And also, I want you to look into her husband, Robert."I don't trust that lad,
**Third person**Jeff immediately sat up in his chair. “What did you find?”“You were right. Chloe is probably alive.”Jeff bolted upright, his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drum solo echoing his churning stomach. “Go on,” he gasped, desperate to hear every detail.“Apparently, when Chloe's mother, Elizabeth, left Chloe's father, she'd taken one of the children, Cara, with her. The girls were so little then, and that's why they didn't remember having a sister,” Richard started."Sure, that totally explains why she never mentioned it.” Jeff's voice trembled slightly.“Cara had a tough life growing up, you know." Richard stood up from the cushion in his living room and began pacing as he spoke."Elizabeth's new husband, Paul, wasn't exactly fond of her, and so they'd sent her abroad.”“It was probably the fact that she felt so alone growing up; maybe, just maybe, that's why she got into drugs in the first place.”Richard's voice was laced with pity; no one deserved to grow
**Third person**Just then, he realized that Jeff was trying to call him. “I'll call you back real quick. I need to get this call,” Richard explained before switching over to Jeff's call.“Hey, man. I was on the phone with Lily now. I was just about to ask if she knows anything about the twin situation or any clue to help us find her sister.”Jeff took in a sharp breath. “There's no need for that.”“Excuse me?” Richard was surprised. “We shouldn't bother her with that, especially since we haven't found anything yet on Chloe,” Jeff instructed. “Let's not raise her hopes and then crush them back soon after,” he explained. “Sure, man. I'll keep looking.”“Use all the resources available,” Jeff ordered. “We don't have the luxury of time. You should probably start with checking the hotel guest list.”Two days had already gone by. Robert was here to visit Chloe again, and Elizabeth immediately ushered him to the dining table for dinner when he arrived. Mealtime was silent, and afterwa