Chapter Twenty Five

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"Alice," Sam gasped.

Alice offered her a soft smile and got up from her chair in the office.

Sam moved forward and quickly pulled her into a hug.

"I'm so sorry."

She could feel Alice shaking her head.

"No. It's my fault you couldn't find me. I . . . ," Alice trailed off.

"You what, Alice?" Sam questioned, pulling back slightly.

"I didn't want to leave just then," Alice admitted softly.

"Why?"

Sam was confused, to say the least.

Alice moved away and sat back on her seat.

Sam glanced up from Alice to look at Chief Cross.

He shrugged. "I'll leave. You two can talk."

Just before he left, Sam asked quietly, "Why didn't you tell me you found her sooner?"

When Chief saved Sam that night, the first thing Sam requested was that Alice be found.

They had made an agreement during the weeks that Alice was helping Sam. Alice would help Sam escape, and Sam would come back for Alice and save her, too.

But on that night, Sam couldn't find Alice anywhere.

"We didn't find her. She found us," he replied before leaving.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows.

What?

She turned back to face Alice and took a seat opposite of her.

After a moment of silence, Alice sighed.

"There's something I have to tell you."

Sam looked up warily.

"Yeah?"

Alice let out a long breath. "I'll just cut to the chase."

Not beating around the bush, she said, "Candice is my mother."

One beat passed. Two.

"What?"

Alice looked her straight in the eye. "Candice is my mother."

Sam's mind reeled.

"How?" She whispered after a second of hesitation.

She looked at Alice carefully.

She remembered that the first time they met, she thought that she looked really familiar. Now she knew why.

Studying Alice closely, Sam saw the similarities.

The wavy blonde hair, the small petite figure, the short height.

Everything looked so much like Candice, unlike Samantha who only had the same eyes as her.

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