Missing Twins
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2026

The narrative traces the unsettling aftermath of a childcare lapse, as Jason Halloway discovers his twin children briefly missing under the care of his employees. Initial anxieties give way to further questions when April Saunders is questioned about her involvement and offered an unexpected position as a live-in nanny. Jason’s instructions are clear: Ms. Saunders must always supervise the twins, particularly given the potential threat posed by their mother, who has relinquished parental rights. These chapters hint at a complex web of custody, power dynamics, and the constant vigilance required to protect these children.
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