Deianira's POV
The portal opened onto perfectly manicured lawn, the familiar scent of her mother's roses filling the air. But instead of the quiet suburban peace I'd expected, chaos greeted me.
Police cars lined the circular driveway, their lights painting the white facade of the Sinclair house in alternating red and blue. Officers had Julius and Alice Sinclair in handcuffs, leading them toward a van while two younger figures, Liam and Marcie, Maeve's adoptive siblings, struggled against other officers.
"No! Let go of my children!" Alice Sinclair's voice cracked with desperation, nothing like the composed woman in Maeve's memories. "We haven't done anything wrong! This is a mistake!"
Julius fought against his restraints. "You can't just take us without explanation! We have rights! Our children—"
