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Chapter 8 - The Siege

Within two hours, a convoy of three unmarked state police cruisers and a marked juvenile welfare van turned onto the gravel driveway of our suburban home.

I sat in the front passenger seat of Victoria’s sleek black BMW parked just down the road, watching through binoculars as the authorities fanned out around the house.

My stomach churned with anxiety. Where are Paige and Owen? Are they safe?

Through the binoculars, I saw the front door open. Ryan stepped out onto the porch, looking confident and smug, holding a copy of the fraudulent corporate restructuring papers in his hand, flanked by local police officer Dan Higgins—the cousin Victoria had warned me about.

“What is the meaning of this?” Ryan barked, stepping down the steps as two state troopers approached him. “I am the legal CEO of Little Fox & Fern Baby Co., and I have a court-filed officer transition document right here—”

“Mr. Ryan Sinclair?” State Trooper Captain Vance (no relation to Evan) stepped forward, holding up a federal warrant and a state custody order. “You are being placed under arrest for corporate forgery, wire fraud, identity theft, and obstruction of child custody.”

Ryan’s smug expression vanished in a single heartbeat, replaced by stark, pale terror. “That’s ridiculous! My wife is unstable—she’s having a psychotic episode—”

“Your wife is sitting in my attorney’s car down the road, Mr. Sinclair, and she’s fully coherent,” Captain Vance interrupted coldly, snapping steel handcuffs around Ryan’s wrists. “And right now, we’re executing a protective search warrant of this premises to recover minor children held under duress.”

Before Ryan could sputter another word, the front door swung wide open again.

Marlene rushed out, shrieking at the top of her lungs. “You can’t do this! This is our house! Erin is crazy! She abandoned her children—”

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She stopped dead in her tracks as the front door opened further and two female child welfare officers walked out onto the porch.

Between them walked Paige, holding baby Owen securely in her arms, her face beaming with radiant, triumphant relief as she spotted my car parked down the road.

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