The road to the private terminal blurred under my headlights, but the moment my phone crackled with my children’s cries, every deal, every plan, every promising future became useless. My name is Ethan Cole, and until that afternoon, I sincerely believed that wealth could protect my loved ones from the horrors that occurred in other families. I made the worst possible mistake, because evil doesn’t care how expensive your doors are, how intelligent your lawyers are, or how carefully organized your life seems. It may be an image of a child. The alert came from a hidden camera in the...
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