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“How?” I whispered.
Adrian lowered his phone.
“I don’t know yet.”
“You said your security team found out?”
He nodded.
“One of my people was coordinating with airport operations because we’re being taken out through a private exit. Someone contacted an employee asking whether a woman named Elena Walker was traveling with a little girl.”
My arms tightened instinctively around Lily.
She was still half asleep against me, warm and impossibly peaceful, one small hand tangled in the fabric of my sweater.
“Did they say who?”
“Not at first. The person claimed it was a family emergency. When airport staff refused to give information, he left a callback number.”
“And it belongs to Ethan.”
“Yes.”
I looked toward the windows machen.