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“What are you saying?”
“I am saying it is time the Blackstone family stopped running from Victor’s legacy and started to fight.”
A fierce smile spread across Marcus’s face.
“Now you are talking like a Blackstone.”
The safe house was a massive estate in the Hamptons with a private beach and state-of-the-art security. It should have been a dream, but after three weeks of being isolated in luxury, Sarah was going stir-crazy.
“You’re pacing again,” Dr. Elizabeth Hartman noted from a chair near the fire. The doctor Marcus had hired visited twice a week, a trusted person cleared for access.
“I am pregnant, not a prisoner,” Sarah shot back, continuing her patrol of the room.
“Your brother is protecting you.”
“My brother is trying to control a mess that has been out of control for twenty-five years. There is a difference.”
Dr. Hartman set her chart aside and gave Sarah a look that felt like a diagnosis.
“Tell me about the nightmares.”
Sarah stopped walking.
For weeks, she had had the same dream: her mother driving in a storm, calling her name as the car spun out of control.
“They are just dreams,” she said. “Just anxiety.”
“Trauma can manifest in many ways, especially during pregnancy,” Dr. Hartman said. “The hormonal changes and emotional upheaval create a perfect storm.”
“You think I am having a breakdown?”
“I think you are having a completely normal response to learning your entire life has been built on lies. The question is whether you will let that trauma define your future or if you will take control of your own narrative.”
Sarah sank into the chair, finally admitting her exhaustion.
“I do not know how to take control when I do not understand what I am fighting.”
“Then maybe it is time to stop fighting other people’s battles and start fighting for what you want.”
“If you could write the ending to this story, what would it look like?”
Sarah thought about the question. For months, she had been reacting to other people’s decisions and revelations.
“I want my child to grow up free,” she said finally. “Free from the violence that shaped my family. Free from people who see children as assets. Free from the fear that made my mother choose to hide instead of fighting back.”
“That is a good start. What else?”
“I want the truth. All of it. About my mother’s death and about who has been manipulating my life and why.”
“And personally? What do you want for Sarah? Separate from being a mother or a sister?”
The question caught her off guard. She had spent so many years being defined by others, she had forgotten herself.
“I want to matter,” she said quietly. “I was married to a man who saw me only as a possession. I want to be valued for who I am.”
“Is that possible in your current situation?” Dr. Hartman asked.
Sarah thought about the bodyguards and the constant surveillance.
“Not if I stay hidden forever,” she said. “Not if I let others make all the decisions for me.”
The doctor nodded.
“What would taking control look like?”
“I do not know how to fight people like Victor’s sons on my own.”
“But you have a brother who does,” the doctor reminded her. “The question is, do you want to be a partner in that fight or just a bystander?”
Just then, her phone buzzed.
It was Marcus. His voice sounded strained, which immediately put her on high alert.
“Sarah, we need to talk. Can Dr. Hartman stay on the line for this?”
“Maria has new information about Richard,” Marcus said grimly over the phone. He told Sarah to put him on speaker so Dr. Hartman could hear.