es. Oh, my sweet Fifty. Christian nods. “That’s me.”
“Welch brought these photos?”
“Yes. I don’t remember any of this.” His voice is flat and lifeless.
“Remember being with foster parents? Why should you? Christian, it was a
long time ago. Is this what’s worrying you?”
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“I remember other things, from before and after. When I met my mom and
dad. But this . . . It’s like there’s a huge chasm.”
My heart twists and understanding dawns. My darling control freak likes
everything in its place, and now he’s learned he’s missing part of the jigsaw.
“Is Jack in this picture?”
“Yes, he’s the older kid.” Christian’s eyes are still screwed shut, and he’s
clinging to me as if I’m a life raft. I run my fingers through his hair while I gaze
at the older boy who is glaring, defiant and arrogant, at the camera. I can see
it’s Jack. But he’s just a kid, a sad eight or nine-yearold, hiding his fear
behind his hostility. A thought occurs to me.
“When Jack called to tell me he had Mia, he said if things had been different,
it could ha一ve been him.”
Christian closes his eyes and shudders. “That fucker!”
“You think he did all this because the Greys adopted you instead of him?”
“Who knows?” Christian’s tone is bitter. “I don’t give a fuck about him.”
“Perhaps he knew we were seeing each other when I went for that job
interview. Perhaps he planned to seduce me all along.” Bile rises in my
throat.
“I don’t think so,” Christian mutters, his eyes now open. “The searches he did
on my family didn’t start until a week or so after you began your job at SIP.
Barney knows the exact dates. And, Ana, he fucked all his assistants and
taped them.” Christian closes his eyes and tightens his grip on me once
more.
Suppressing the tremor that runs through me, I try to recall my various
conversations with Jack when I first started at SIP. I knew deep down he was
bad news, yet I ignored all my instincts. Christian’s right—I ha一ve no regard for
my own safety. I remember the fight
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