Part 2: I discovered my husband was having an affair with my best friend while we were all on the same airplane—and neither of them knew I was there. Instead of confronting them, I sent a small, beautifully wrapped gift to their seats.

Bennett.

Ryan's surname.

Someone had apparently prepared false identity paperwork to make the little boy part of Ryan's family.

I forwarded everything to the authorities.

Then my phone rang again.

Unknown number.

I answered.

A woman spoke quietly.

"Mrs. Bennett?"

"Yes?"

"My name is Teresa Moore."

I stopped breathing.

Elliot's caregiver.

"Teresa, where are you?"

Her voice shook.

"At the airport."

I stood.

"Is Elliot with you?"

"No."

My stomach dropped.

"Then why are you there?"

She began crying.

"Because I followed them."

I gripped the phone.

"Teresa, please tell me the children are safe."

A long silence followed.

Then she whispered, "Claire, there's something about Ryan you still don't know."

My heart hammered.

"What?"

"He wasn't planning to take only the three children."

I couldn't breathe.

"Who else?"

She swallowed.

"Your mother."

I stared toward Mom's hospital bed.

She looked at me, confused.

"What do you mean?"

Teresa's voice trembled.