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Micah’s gaze lingered in the rearview mirror for a moment longer, his sharp eyes narrowing as the image of Sadie flashed in his mind. The scene from just a few minutes ago replayed in his head: her fall, the look of shock on her face, and the curious way she stared at the tattoo that marked his body like a scar.
“Mr. Clemens?” The doctor’s voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. He could feel the doctor’s hands trembling slightly as he stitched up the wound. Micah clenched his jaw but didn’t make a sound, his usual cold demeanor keeping the pain at bay.
“Finish up,” Micah said curtly, his voice devoid of emotion. But his mind was elsewhere, racing with questions he didn’t know how to answer.
Sadie. Why did her face look so familiar? And why had she reacted like that? It was almost as if she’d seen through his carefully constructed layers—the mask he wore, the aloof persona that kept people at arm’s length.
The car’s engine hummed as the vehicle sped down the road, the cityscape blurring by. Despite the pain in his side, Micah couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—something about Sadie, about that moment with her.
“Mr. Clemens,” the doctor pressed again, noticing the unease in Micah’s posture. “Your wound—”
Micah’s eyes flickered back to the rearview mirror once more, but Sadie was no longer in sight. The image of her standing by the roadside, with her children surrounding her, remained firmly etched in his mind.
“You’ve stitched up the worst of it, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice sharper than before, as though annoyed by the intrusion of his thoughts.
“Yes, sir, but you need to rest. I recommend some painkillers—”
“I said no,” Micah interrupted, his tone final. “Take me to the office.”
The doctor hesitated for a moment, but knowing better than to argue with Micah, he simply nodded and proceeded with his task in silence.
Meanwhile, Sadie, still reeling from the encounter, dusted herself off and gathered her belongings. She felt the sting of the fall but quickly brushed it aside. The taxi driver’s rude behavior had left her fuming, but it was Micah’s face—his tattoo—that lingered in her thoughts. The image of the wolf’s head, marked in blood, was a haunting reminder of the world she had barely scratched the surface of. How could someone like him be involved in all this? And why did he look so familiar?
“Mommy, are you okay?” Nathan asked, looking up at her with concern.
Sadie forced a smile and knelt down to hug her children. “I’m fine, sweetie. Don’t worry about me. We’ll be okay.”
She looked around, the rain now starting to fall in heavy sheets. There was no way she could let this moment slide. Something had changed today—she could feel it in her bones. Whether it was fate or coincidence, Sadie couldn’t say, but she knew that the man in the Rolls-Royce wasn’t just some random stranger. He was connected to something much bigger. And somehow, she was tangled in it now, too.
“We’ll find a way, kids,” Sadie whispered to herself, her resolve hardening. “Whatever happens, I’ll make sure we’re safe.”
The children gave her bright smiles, sensing her strength despite everything. But Sadie’s mind was already working ahead, plotting her next move. Micah Clemens—or whoever he was—wasn’t going to be a mystery for long.
