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The hum of the Bentley's V8 engine was the only sound slicing through the suffocating silence of the night. Robert’s eyes flicked constantly to the rearview mirror, tracking the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of Emma’s chest as she drifted off to sleep against the plush leather headrest. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, framing a face that was an uncanny, impossible mirror image of the woman he had buried five years ago. / Chapter 3 / 10

Chapter 3 - The Resurrection Lie"Robert..."

The name slipped from Catherine's lips like a dying whisper. She grabbed the doorframe to steady herself, her knees buckling beneath her. For a terrifying second, Robert thought she was going to faint.

"You're alive," Robert said, his voice breaking as tears he hadn't shed in five years finally spilled over his lashes. He set Emma down gently, though the little girl immediately clung to the hem of his coat, sensing the electric, dangerous tension in the air.

Catherine shook her head frantically, stepping backward into the cluttered, cramped confines of the shed. Her eyes darted around like a trapped animal looking for an escape route that didn't exist.

"You shouldn't have come here," she gasped, her chest heaving. "Go away, Robert. Please! For the love of God, take Emma and run back to your city, your hotels, your life. You don't know what you've walked into."

"Run?" Robert stepped across the threshold, his towering frame filling the tiny space. The room smelled of instant coffee, old books, and damp laundry. "You let me mourn you for five years, Catherine! I buried an empty casket. I wore black. I tore my heart out and locked it away because I thought the woman I loved burned to death in a ditch!"

"I had to!" Catherine screamed back, tears finally streaming down her sunken cheeks. Her voice cracked with a desperation so profound it stopped Robert dead in his tracks. "If I didn't 'die,' you would be dead too! Don't you understand? They were watching every move we made. The crash wasn't an accident, Robert. It was a message."

Robert stared at her, the anger in his veins instantly freezing into pure shock. "What are you talking about?"

Before Catherine could answer, the harsh, blinding glare of dual halogen headlights suddenly washed over the front of the shed. The ground vibrated as two heavy-duty black SUVs roared down the overgrown access road, cutting off the only exit from the property.

Car doors slammed shut in unison. Heavy, disciplined footsteps crunched rapidly across the gravel.

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Catherine’s face turned the color of ash. She lunged forward, grabbing the front of Robert’s jacket with bone-crushing strength.

"They found us," she sobbed, terror choking her words. "They tracked the credit card you used at the restaurant, didn't they? Robert... they're here."

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