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    “Why did you…”

    Smiling softly, Mnie cut him off.

    “Your seatmate and I switched. This way, it’s easier for me to ask you more questions.”

    Ethan was left without a reply. With the teacher already standing at the front, he shifted his focus to the lesson and let the matter go.

    Only minutes passed before something tapped lightly against his hand.

    Turning his head, he caught Mnie slipping him a folded note in secret.

    “Ethan, set up a meeting with your Maia. I’ll have a private investigator tail her after she leaves so we can figure out her address.”

    Ethan stared at the message for a long moment before pressing his lips together and giving a faint nod.

    He was curious too—about where his sister lived and the identity of the man she had married out of obligation.

    Meanwhile, at the Morgan household, restless nights and skipped meals had be routine. They had waited so long, hoping for news, yet Maia still hadn’t reached out.

    Right then, both Richard and Sandra received a message from Rosanna.

    “Dad, Mom, I miss you.”

    Lifting their heads at the same moment, the couple exchanged nces and showed each other their phones.

    Noticing they had received the same message, neither spoke, letting the silence stretch between them. Just then, footsteps echoed on the staircase.

    Their attention shifted as Jarrod appeared, moving quickly down the steps. He brushed past his parents with a weary sigh and headed for the door.

    Richard asked, his voice edged with suspicion,

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    “Where are you off to?”

    Without breaking stride, Jarrod replied,

    “I’m going to the MCN building. If I keep showing up, sooner orter I’ll cross paths with Maia.”

    Richard and Sandra exchanged a look, an unspoken agreement passing between them. Rising together, they both said,

    “We’lle with you.”

    Elsewhere, outside the MCN entrance, Vince had been waiting for what felt like forever while the security guard blocked his way inside.

    He stood just beyond the turnstile, frustration clouding his face. All day, he had tried to reach Maia, but not a single call had gone through. Every message he sent disappeared without a trace, like pebbles vanishing into a deep well.

    Eventually, his patience snapped, and he decided to show up in person. If Maia came in for work, he was certain he’d catch sight of her — maybe even manage to invite her to dinner.

    Word traveled quickly, and soon Pattie heard that Vince was waiting at the entrance downstairs.

    Propping her chin on one hand, Pattie let out a tired sigh.

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