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    Carrie kept thinking about what Jenesis had said—and about how Lise had managed to get out of prison. Had someone helped her from the outside? Or did she just get lucky?

    If anyone in the world would go out of their way to break Lise out, it would be Billie.

    Billie had tried a few times before, but nothing ever worked. Even though she was Kristopher’s mother, she didn’t have much pull. And getting a convicted felon out of prison was no small feat—especially with Shawn and Mny constantly keeping an eye on things. At one point, Carrie had even asked Ruby to look into it. Ruby found a report saying a fire had broken out at the prison, and Lise supposedly escaped during the chaos by slipping into a fire truck.

    At first, that exnation sounded halfway believable. But the more Carrie thought about it, the more it didn’t add up. Prisons have their own fire control systems and trained staff. Why would they even need outside help?

    Carrie’s phone buzzed, snapping her back to the present.

    She assumed it was another message from Kristopher—but it was actually a reminder from her doctor. She had a prenatal check-up today.

    She’d put the appointment in her tablet’s memo, but the screen had cracked a couple of days ago. Reece had offered to buy her a new one, but she figured she could fix itter—and nearly forgot about the appointment entirely.

    She was supposed to fast before the check-up, and luckily, Kristopher’s earlier message had distracted her enough that she hadn’t eaten anything yet. If she’d missed that window, rescheduling wouldn’t have been easy.

    Her family had arranged everything with one of the top private hospitals in Isonridge. The ce catered to wealthy families, and appointments were hard to get—changing onest minute was nearly impossible.

    Normally, no matter how busy her family was, someone would rearrange their day just to go with her. But this time, everyone had their hands full. The appointment had only been added after herst check-up as a routine follow-up—nothing serious.

    She hadn’t told her family about it either. She was getting ready to reveal her secret identity as aposer and wanted to make sure she was in perfect health first.

    That morning, her whole family had left early. Even Luca had headed to the Music Association. So she called the maid who usually helped her, got ready quickly, and headed to the hospital.

    Not far from the Morrison estate, in a beat-up old car parked on the roadside, a man nudged the driver awake. “Hey, check that out. Isn’t that one of the Morrisons’ cars? I think Carrie’s in the passenger seat.”

    The driver blinked himself awake, then started the car. “The Morrisons have like a hundred cars. By the time we go through them all, she’ll be long gone.”

    He pressed on the gas, then shot a look at the guy next to him. “Well? What are you waiting for? Call Ms. Nash!”

    The man in the passenger seat picked up his phone and dialed as they started tailing Carrie’s car.

    Through the slightly lowered window, they had a clear view of the sleek, two-seater sports car ahead. A young woman—probably one of the Morrison maids—was driving. Carrie sat beside her, absorbed in her phone,pletely unaware she was being followed.

    The man quickly reported, “Ms. Nash, Carrie just left the house. We don’t know where she’s headed yet, but we’re right behind her. She’s with a woman who looks like one of the maids.”

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