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"It's your reaction to adversity, not adversity itself that determines how your life's story will develop." – Dieter F. Uchtdorf
-trigger warning- mentions of sexual assault
AARON SAT WITH THE TEAM. They were trying to locate where Amelia was.
He had done his best to keep his emotions at bay as he thought of his wife.
The events leading from Jack being placed in front of Meredith's home was when he realized that they were found.
His family wasn't safe anymore. He hadn't gotten any sleep, from being on a case to rushing to find where his wife was.
"Garcia." Aaron spoke answering her call. The team sat around the phone listening to her.
Garcia hadn't given her usual greeting before she rushed out her sentence. "Sir, do you know an Ethan Miller?" Aaron looked up confused.
"No, not necessarily." His mind traveled wondering when and if he had ever met an Ethan.
Before it began traveling to the doctors office.
"There was an Ethan. But he was a doctor Amelia bumped into when she was getting coffee. That's the only Ethan I'm aware of." He had met him at the doctors office. How was he apart of this?
"Sir. I'm not sure how to say this because I really should have caught it sooner. But Ethan Miller is Ethan Foyet."
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AMELIAAWOKE TO BANGING.
It had almost been twenty four hours since she had been trapped in her own garage.
Amelia looked down noticing she was now only changed into a tank top. With her pants unbuttoned. They had changed her.
Her head dropped as she wondered if they had touched her. She hadn't really remembered anything much.
And the little she could remember was George and Ethan having another argument. She looked around noticing George's body on the ground in the corner.
Amelia felt as if she was going to barf as she looked at his dead body. Ethan had killed his own father.
George Foyet the famous serial killer was killed by his very own son.
