Chapter 86 Annabelle
Annabelle
Annabelle paced as she waited to hear from Chase. She had wanted to go with him to pick up Lucas, but Chase was right; this wasn’t the way to meet him for the first time. Her phone rang and she jumped. Chase.
“Hey! Did you pick him up?” she asked.
“He wasn’t there. I’m heading to the house now. Tara picked him up early.”
“Shit! I knew it. I have a bad feeling, Chase. Can the police call airports? Alert them?”
“She’s not a fugitive. I don’t have any legal recourse until they serve her. Hopefully, they’re still at the house. I’ll call you back.”
Annabelle put down the phone and tried to take a deep breath.
She was pumped full of adrenaline with no way to release it.
She had to do something; she couldn’t just sit here and wait.
She was going crazy. She knew Chase’s address.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed her purse and ran to her car.
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Twenty minutes later, she pulled up to the house and saw that Chase’s car was parked in the driveway. He and Tara were in the front yard, and Tara was yelling. Annabelle flung her car door open and ran over to them.
“What’s going on? Where’s Lucas?”
Tara turned toward her, hatred in her eyes, then back to Chase. “What’s she doing here?”
“I want to know where my son is!” Annabelle said.
“He’s not your son. I raised him! You’ll never get him!” She poked her finger into Chase’s chest. “Tell your whore to get out of here, before I have her arrested for trespassing.”
It took everything in Annabelle’s power to hold herself back from striking the woman who had tried to kill her daughter. Tears of fury and helplessness spilled to her cheeks. “You’re vile! What kind of a mother would do what you did!”
Tara sprang toward her, her fist reaching out to hit Annabelle, but Chase jumped in front of her. “Where’s Lucas?” he yelled.
She looked at him with dead eyes. “He’s gone.”