The sheer scale of the theft was staggering.

But all I cared about was Alexander.

I wanted to see his eyes.

I wanted to hear him say my name.

I wanted to know he still remembered me.

“We are close,” Victoria said, breaking the silence.

The headlights cut through the gray mist.

Ahead, a pair of tall iron gates appeared.

A small stone security kiosk stood to the left.

A guard in a dark uniform stepped out, holding a flashlight.

Victoria rolled down her window.

The cold, wet air rushed into the car.

She handed the guard the black plastic card.

The guard swiped it through a reader.

The light on the reader turned green.

“Go ahead, Ms. Sterling,” the guard said, handing the card back.

The iron gates slowly swung open.

The driveway was lined with tall pines that dripped with water.

At the end of the drive sat a large, gray stone mansion.

It looked like a private home, but there were high-security cameras on the corners.

“The medical wing is in the back,” Victoria whispered.

She parked the car under the shadow of a large oak tree.