When Family Became a Place I Couldn’t Return To novel Chapter 371

Sheila knelt beside him, her hair a mess. She spun around, grabbing an oversized shirt and pulling it close, trying to hide the barely-there slip she wore underneath. The shirt was obviously Brody’s.

“Nelly… what are you doing here?” Sheila was the first to react, her voice trembling in that practiced, fragile way. Instinctively, she edged closer to Brody.

Brody was only just coming to. The memories from last night were a blur, bits and pieces still floating just out of reach. He remembered rushing out to the address Sheila had given him, desperate to see if Finn might actually still be alive. He knew it was a long shot, but even a sliver of hope was worth chasing. Not just for his son, but for Nelly too. For whatever they still had left.

But the traffickers were slippery. By the time he and Sheila showed up, the van was already trying to get away. Brody had seen it—a battered old van crammed with little kids, probably six years old at most. He didn’t think, just threw himself in front of the van. The driver slammed down on the gas. Brody managed to grab the door handle as he tumbled, barely hanging on.

It was chaos. Sheila had been so terrified she collapsed on the ground, shouting his name again and again. Somehow, Brody got lucky. The van crashed into a dead end, the police arrived just in time, and the traffickers were caught. Brody, though, had passed out from his injuries right there in the street.

When he came to, he was already home. Sheila was right there at his side. Her eyes were still red from crying.

He barely had time to ask what happened when Nelly stormed in.

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