My Life, My Rules (Apparently Not)

Previously

…“Don’t you dare touch my son,” she said. It was the woman from the photograph. Gene’s mother. Elizabeth’s breath caught. The secret was bigger than documents—his mother was here, and she had clearly been watching. “Get in the van,” she said to Gene. “We’ll talk on the way.” Gene didn’t hesitate. They piled into the van, his mother climbing into the front seat next to Wally. The men in suits looked stunned, then scrambled for their phones. As they sped away, Elizabeth squeezed Gene’s hand. “Your mother?” “Apparently,” he said, his voice cracking. “And she brought a secret with her.” The chase was on again, but this time, they had a new ally. And the truth was only beginning to unfold.