Jack’s POV
The drive to the location felt like a ticking bomb. Margaret's childhood home.
The moment Bruce read the address out loud, I felt Rose go still beside me. Her hands trembled as she whispered, “No… not there.”
I turned to her sharply. “What’s wrong?”
Her lips parted, but the words didn’t come immediately. When she finally spoke, her voice was distant. “That’s where my father… where he died.”
I didn’t need her to say it. I already knew what had happened.
Rose’s father had committed suicide in that house. Left her alone with Margaret.
Now, Margaret had taken Ellie there.
That wasn’t a coincidence. It was a message.
Margaret wasn’t just trying to take Ellie.
She was trying to break Rose.
I reached over, squeezing Rose’s hand. “We get her out of there. Tonight.”
Rose swal
