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“Hello?” Came her small, distracted voice. Jenna hadn’t even checked her caller ID. She had a limited number of contacts and an even more limited amount of people who would actually have reason to reach out and call her.

“Jenny.” A sultry male’s voice spoke through the other end of the phone. Her grip tightened around it before easing up after a few seconds. She knew exactly who it was and he was harmless. “You arrived on the island okay? Didn’t hear from you, but saw the oldies posted some pics on simsta.”

“You know they hate when you call them that,” Jenna admonished. “Blair and Bentley aren’t even old. I suppose that makes Samara and Nathan old as well.”

“They are,” The man replied nonchalantly with a chuckle. “I didn’t call to argue. I wanted to make sure you were doing okay and to tell you that I miss having you around.”

“Hanson,” Jenna began. “I saw you a few days ago.” She had done more than just visit him, ending up staying the night as she had often done. This time, it was different. She had felt Hanson’s touch was gentler, more tender. If it meant he was catching feelings, she needed to shut it down before it got too far. Jenna Adams didn’t date seriously. Not when she was 18 and certainly not now. “Listen, now is not a good time to talk. I have to go and get ready for this family dinner…”

“Okay,” Hanson replied. “So long as you’re doing okay, I’m happy. Tell the others I said hey and to have fun. Hopefully I’ll see you all soon.” With a simple agreement from Jenna and the loud click of the line, she was alone again. The solitude wouldn’t last long, she knew, but it was enough.

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[Paradise] 4.3 Into the Sunset

Tyson leaned back into the couch leisurely, watching the comedy show his cousin insisted they watch together. It was funny, but he’d seen better. Oliver on the other hand watched with bated b…

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Wren’s Song [45: Samara’s Epilogue]

One Year Later… Samara looked into the empty halls of Van’s mansion with apprehension. This was the place she was held captive for months. Months that felt like years. A harrowing ordea…

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Once out on the roof, Samara felt she could finally let out the breath she was sure she was holding since she had met Van. It was dark, much darker than she had anticipated. A secluded moment alone, just the three of them as a family. "Isn't the night sky just beautiful?" Van asked, leading her to the railing where she could look out into the lively city. The same city she had loved preforming in.

"So beautiful," A voice had said, but not one that Van was hoping for. Much to Samara's relief, she had seen the man she was hoping to meet all this time, Shawn Gray. He held a pistol in his hands tightly, aiming it directly at Van. Standing next to him were two girls, probably not much younger than Samara herself. "The game is over. Let go of the child and the girl."

"Wow, finally. The big conclusion arrives, does it? A little less climactic than I had anticipated, but I suppose I did leave myself open. Hard not to get distracted by my little Wren." Van took hold of Samara but shoved Hanson towards Shawn. "A show of good faith. Take the child."

"We're not bargaining here," The girl with blue hair said angrily. "The show is over. We came to Hidden Springs like you wanted. Now give us the baby."

"I didn't ask you to come to Hidden Springs so that you could get those girls back," Van said, feigning shock. "Is that why you all came out here? Oh no no. That's not how this works. So you managed to follow me and slip onto the roof when I stole away with my wife, that doesn't mean you have the upper hand. Shania, you should know this well by now. And Haley, have I not pardoned you of your misgivings? It's a shame that you'd turn on me."

"I'm tired of hiding," Haley said. "I thought I could move on with my life and make something of myself but your threats have always loomed over my head. When I heard your speech and saw the disgusted look on Samara's face, I knew you had gone too far. It's over."

"Yes, you all keep saying that but I'm the one who has both Barrett Trevino's and Bentley Adam's daughters. I'm the one who has control over what happens to Barrett and Caige in prison. I'm also the one who runs the Hidden Springs police department, so explain to me again what you think you'll accomplish?"

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Samara trudged up the stairs. She recounted the sound of her heels on the marble floor. They way they clacked loud enough to be a reminder that she was one of the few people staying in this large home. Van used to have maids, butlers, personal chefs…all running around to make his life of luxury possible. Samara was only one person, she didn’t need that. And even now with Hanson, she didn’t need it. The two of them would learn to live as a family not dependent on money, but with enough to make sure they’d never have to face anymore hardships ever again. No one would ever hold wealth above their heads again.

When Samara pushed the door to Hanson’s new room open, she saw him peak up his head and place the comic book he was reading on the bedside table. “This room is so awesome. Thanks for letting me choose which one.” When the two had arrived here, she told Hanson he was free to have any room he’d like. Though this one was a bit boring in the décor department, Hanson had felt comfortable being across the hall from Samara. She thought it was cute, and promised to buy him some things that made this space feel more like his. She started with the shark pajamas that he was more than grateful for.

“You picked a really good one.” Samara took a seat on the queen sized bed behind him. “I’m surprised you’re still awake. Not even a little sleepy?”

“A little yeah, but…” He bit his lip. “I was listening to you and the lawyer man talk. Is it true this is ours forever? We can stay here, and I can go to school and eat a pizza whenever I want and…” His voice trailed off as he realized he had spoken too much of his past and the parents who had neglected him. “Sorry.”

“For what?” Samara placed a  kiss atop his forehead gingerly. “We can stay here. You can go to school and meet new friends. You can’t have pizza whenever you want but I’ll let you have it a lot. How about that?”

“That works for me.” He nodded his head and then crawled under the blanket, satisfied with the answer Samara had given him. It was almost as if he was waiting for the confirmation so he could go to sleep peacefully for the night. “You’ll call if anything happens right?”

“Of course.” She tucked Hanson in, making sure he had both sets of covers over him before placing a kiss atop his forehead and shutting off the lamp by his bedside. Before she had left the room, she heard a snore which brought an even bigger smile to her face. This was the first time in a while she had seen him fall asleep so quickly.

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Samara had recalled the moment she had truly lost all hope for ever getting to leave Van's clutches. He stood on stage, addressing a crowd of hundreds, at least half of them reporters- with one arm tightly wound around her waist and the other over Hanson's shoulder. "Thank you guys for having me today at Hidden Springs Art Expo." He spoke on and on about how thankful he was to be given this opportunity. Then, finally, as if forgetting his grip on his newfound family, he stepped back and instructed them to introduce themselves.

Samara stood, silenced by the lull of the crowd and the impossible nature of her situation. Until she had seen a familiar face in the crowd. The one that Nathan had told her to look out for. Shawn Gray, the cop from Bridgeport. She swallowed hard and waved to the audience. Some waved back, others even cheered. But one thing was the same- they all wanted to know who she was and why she stood tall next to someone as illustrious as Van Dyer. "My name is Samara Jude and I'm...Van's fiancé."

"No need to be modest honey," Van had said quickly, raising her arm up to the crowd so they could all gasp in awe at the size of the ring he had put on her finger. "We're officially married. Signed the paperwork and everything. And this little guy is our son, Hanson."

Samara wondered if the kid's actual parents would surface after seeing him with a man as wealthy as Van. But perhaps he'd pay them off. It seemed that Van had always gotten what he wanted, no matter what the cost. Hanson waved at the crowd and said something cute that Van had instructed him to. The crowd cheered, but as they roared Samara had lost sight of the brown haired male. If Nathan was right, he was her ticket out of here. She had to apologize to him for being so cruel. She couldn't let Van suspect anything. This was a dangerous game they were playing. Van droned on and on about the importance of art and fashion, but eventually his talk was over and they were allowed to leave the stage, not before being rushed by fans wanting an autograph and photo op with Van who denied them (as politely as she had seen him be in her whole life).

"What do you say, we go and spend some time out on the roof?" The glamorous man asked once he was out of earshot of the large crowd of mostly females. "I could use some time away from the lights, and I want to ask you something."

"I don't really have a say in these things anymore, do I?" Samara asked, recalling the last few hours of being paraded as Van's trophy as they walked the convention floor. "Now that we're married, you own me, right?"

"It's not like that," Van replied, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her neck. The sensation disgusted her, but recoiling and reviling it would cause more problems than her agency was worth. "Let me make it up to you, my love." She nodded her head, taking everything in her not to shout at the man or grab Hanson's hand and run.

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Wren’s Song [42: Careful Intentions]

Ayla held the phone up, angling it above her head so that Sage could see the crowd from her camera. Pulling it down towards her, she grinned at the male. “Imagine the two of us doing somethin…

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“Not for some stupid reason,” Hanson replied, placing his hands on his hips. “I saw mom taking off the clothes of some guy who wasn’t dad. Then I told dad and he...” Hanson bit his lip, lowering his voice. “I can’t tell you what he did.”

“Really? You want to work for me but you can’t be honest now?” the man asked, kneeling down to be eye level with Hanson. “Seems like a bad deal for me.”

“We work on my term, Mister!” Hanson exclaimed. “I said I didn’t want to sleep outside anymore, not that I can’t.”

The man only chuckled. “Alright kid, at least tell me your name. I’m Van.”

“My name is Hanson. I’m eleven years old and I am super duper hungry so, if we can speed up this job interview...”

Van rummaged around his pocket before pulling out his wallet. Hanson watched hungrily as Van flipped through his cash. “Here, take this as an early advancement. Buy some food, and if you really want to work with me come back here when you’re done eating and I’ll give you the job.”

“Really Mister?” Hanson asked, holding the bill up to the light. “Are you serious?”

“I’m serious,” Van replied. “So hurry up before I change my mind.”