Ethan's POV"How did you manage to lose that boy, Ethan?" Jade shouts, stressed."Oh, I don't know. The same way you managed to lose our son inside our own house," I throw at her."You have to figure out soon who's behind all this, we already know it's not Tyler or his friends.""And you think I'm not trying to do that? It's all I've been doing, even giving up Emily I did, all to find out who's been messing with our family."I leave the room slamming the door.As expected, she wouldn't let this argument end like this, I hear the door open and her heavy steps coming towards me."Ethan!"I turn around."What do you want me to do? What could I do, I did it as quickly as possible. I made those idiots think the lovely Peter is dead.""Don't forget the person behind all this seems to be playing for Mitchell's team, even handed Lucca over to Josh. What makes you think they won't do it again?""I don't think otherwise, I think this bastard will obviously do that," I slump onto the couch."May

Emily's POVHe was there. Finally, I could hug him, my husband, but at the same time, I couldn't exude that excitement. I was happy and at the same time, I wasn't, or rather, we weren't. There was so much suffering in that room that I couldn't contain myself and had to get away from it. I couldn't stay near all of that without feeling guilty. I thought it best to stay in one of the guest rooms. Of course, I didn't feel comfortable entering Tyler's or Olivia's room, let alone muster the courage to enter Louis's room. I couldn't believe Peter was dead, actually, it's impossible. Ethan isn't the type to kill; he would use the boy for some kind of blackmail or something like that. I know Tyler doesn't accept this story, but I also know he wants to give his friend all the support now; Luke doesn't deserve to go through this alone. Nobody does. I was staring at the trees through the windows when someone entered the room, catching my attention. It was Olivia. "Peter isn't dead," she says, he

**Olivia's POV**"We shouldn't have told him that way," Peter sighs. "Uncle Justin isn't doing well with all this.""And who is?""Olivia, you understand me. It's his father.""Peter..." I place the bandage over the wound, finishing the little treatment I did on him. "We did the right thing.""I thought I'd never see you again," he says, holding me close."Spare me the details of how scared you were."We laugh."But tell me one thing," I begin, "How did you manage to escape?""It was like I told my dad and the others. There was an infiltrator inside, I don't really know. It happened very quickly. He drugged me, and when I woke up, I was in a car coming home.""If you remember anything, let me know, okay?""Okay."I get up from the bed and start putting away the scattered first aid supplies. I was embarrassed in front of Peter. My cheeks were hot, and while I wanted to look him in the eyes, I felt I shouldn't. The silence in that room was unbearable; neither of us dared to say a word.