Chapter 297

[Tilly]

Clark is buzzing around the condo, looking for odds and ends, trying to find anything that connects him back to his mother. At first, I thought it might be a way for him to feel closer to her, to pass a bit of her down to his daughters.

But no.

It's all part of an elaborate treasure hunt, an adventure that we are all about to embark on whether we want to or not.

"But Clark," I protest. "We can't go out onto the open ocean when I'm 39 weeks pregnant with twins." I can't believe he's even suggesting it. I'm terrified, but he's bouncing on the tips of his toes as he digs through boxes. "What if there are complications? What if something were to go wrong while we're on our way to the South Pacific."

"I'm more afraid that something will go wrong if we stay here," he confesses, looking over his shoulder at me, his glasses sliding down his nose as he wipes his sweaty brow. "Magnus is an unpredictible menace. It's only a matter of time before he finds Jude and the facility. OR befo