#Chapter 313 – Sister Support

Ella

“Ella!” I hear my sister’s voice cry the same moment I hear the front door to the house open. I stand quickly from my seat in Sinclair’s office, Rafe awake and peaceful in my arms, and move to the open doorway.

“Cora!” I call. I see her spin away from the living room where she was looking for me and jog down the hall towards me, Roger closing the house’s main door behind him as he enters as well. Cora takes my shoulders in her hands as soon as she gets close.

,”Are you – are you all right?” she gasps, looking me over, and then looking down towards the baby. I can see a little relief come into her face the moment she sees us both before her, intact and safe.

“We’re okay,” I say, giving her a little smile. “For right now,” we’re okay. Thank you for coming so late at night.” My sister snaps her eyes up at me, frowning a little.

“What?” I ask. “I just…” she says, confused, glancing back at Roger, “I didn’t expect you to be so calm.”

“Well, it happened like, eleven hours ago,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her. “We’ve had some time to process and plan – ”

Suddenly she scowls, turning fully to glare at Roger coming down the hall towards us. “The way this one was pounding on my door, flying around like a bat out of hell – ”

expression matching Cora’s. “It wasn’t exactly

retort but I reach out and give him a little shove and turn to my sister. Clearly in a mood, Roger just shakes his head and goes into the office, where Sinclair is still talking to some of

continues when he’s gone, “why didn’t you text me earlier if this happened hours ago? There wasn’t anything on my phone when I

hesitating and looping my arm with Cora’s at the elbow, pulling my sister close

sperm sample before the war and

“As a…suspect.” “WHAT!?” My sister shouts, her voice ringing out through

my arm from hers and work to settle the baby, bobbing him in my arms. “Obviously Sinclair and I don’t suspect you! But his team needs to

believe I was a suspect! After everything!” Cora says, her voice

it was more like six hours. ”

breathe in deeply and then exhale. Then, slowly, she pulls her hands down her face, tucking them beneath her chin in two fists, a gesture I remember from our childhood

I would never hurt you, Ella,” Cora says, her voice as pleading as it is insistent. “Cora,” I say, shaking my head at her, my eyes wide with apology. “You

peeking out from the office. “Forgive my investigators – they were just following process

says, nodding. “I get it.

to us. “You have more knowledge of it than the rest of us

you everything. But don’t your investigators have the notes?” Cora asks, confused, “from the

voice wheedling as I passes the baby to Sinclair and take both of Cora’s hands. The baby calms almost instantly in Sinclair’s arms.

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