Chapter 5 - WESLEY’S CHOICE
Wesley admitted placing the tracker inside June’s blanket.
Margaret told him it was a medical monitor.
He did not check.
That answer sounded possible.
It was not enough.
His phone contained messages from Margaret describing my expected reaction, the custody petition, and the highway route.
He had read them.
He claimed he believed “highway plan” meant blocking me at the gate.
Then investigators recovered a deleted message.
MAKE SURE JUNE IS IN NORA’S SUV.
Wesley had secured our daughter into the same vehicle with a damaged brake line.
His denial became useless.
He was arrested for conspiracy and child endangerment.
As officers led him away, he looked at me.
“I never wanted either of you hurt.”
“You kept choosing the people who did.”
Margaret’s estate was searched overnight.
In the basement, agents found a replica nursery matching June’s room in our apartment.
Same pale green blankets.
Same red headbands.
Same photographs.
A child carrier already labeled JUNE PEMBROKE.
Margaret had prepared to replace our home with hers immediately after my death.
The nursery contained recordings of my voice.
Bedtime phrases.
Military cadence.
Lullabies.
She intended to train someone else to soothe June using my voice.
Or train June to accept a substitute mother.
The adjoining room held photographs of three former Pembroke wives.
One was Anna Reed, Wesley’s former fiancée.
She had not died.
She lived under guardianship at a private facility.
Another was Sarah Collins, Michael Pembroke’s wife.
Missing for eleven years.
The third was Caroline Shaw, married briefly to Thomas after his staged death.
Missing for four.
Every woman had held a child wearing a black collar.
Federal raids located Anna alive.
She had been declared incompetent after accusing Margaret of stealing her infant son.
The son, Lucas, now lived at the estate’s boarding school under another name.
Anna’s reunion would not be immediate. Lucas believed Margaret was his grandmother and Anna had abandoned him.
The system did not only steal bodies.
It replaced histories.
Then Agent Hayes brought me the collar Margaret held at the party.
Forensics found five sets of fingerprints.
Margaret.
Wesley.
Michael.
Walter.
And mine.
I had never touched it.
The print came from my right index finger, perfectly preserved beneath the leather.
Someone had copied my fingerprint to authorize documents.
The collar itself was a biometric tool.
The silver nameplate opened a secure vault beneath the estate.
Only my print could unlock it.
Margaret had thrust the collar toward June’s face because she needed me to grab it.
I stepped back instead.
My restraint had prevented the final transfer.
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Inside the unopened vault was the original Ellis trust.
And according to Evelyn, proof that June was not my first child.
