**Chapter 15: Unraveling the Truth**

Emma's hands trembled as she placed the pregnancy test on the counter, the two pink lines a constant reminder of her new reality. She felt like her world had been turned upside down, and she wasn't sure how to right it. As she stood there, trying to process her emotions, her mind kept drifting back to Max. Would he be happy about the baby? Would he even get to be a part of their child's life? The sound of her phone ringing broke the silence, and Emma's heart skipped a beat as she saw Detective James' name on the screen. She had been expecting to hear from him, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to focus on the investigation with everything else going on. "Detective James," she answered, trying to sound calm. "Emma, we've received a tip that might lead us to Max," he said, his voice serious. "We have reason to believe that he's being held at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. I need you to come down to the station and review some evidence with me." Emma's grip on the phone tightened. This was it – this was the break they had been waiting for. But as she thought about the warehouse, a shiver ran down her spine. What if something went wrong? What if Max wasn't there? "I'm on my way," she said, trying to sound resolute. As she arrived at the station, Emma was greeted by Detective James, who was sitting at his desk, surrounded by files and photographs. He looked up as she approached, his expression somber. "Emma, I know this is a lot to take in," he said, nodding towards her stomach. "But I need you to focus. We don't have much time." Emma took a deep breath and sat down beside him. He handed her a file containing a series of photographs, and Emma's heart skipped a beat as she saw the abandoned warehouse. It looked like it had been abandoned for years, the windows shattered, and the door hanging off its hinges. As she flipped through the pages, Emma saw a series of photographs of a person who looked eerily like Max. Her heart racing, she pointed to the pictures. "Is that...?" she started to ask. Detective James nodded. "We believe it is. But we need to be sure. I want you to come with me to the warehouse and see if you can identify him." Emma's stomach twisted into knots as she thought about the possibility of seeing Max again. But she steeled herself, knowing that she had to be strong, not just for herself, but for her unborn child. As they prepared to leave, Emma's thoughts turned to the mysterious woman with piercing green eyes. Who was she, and what did she have to do with Max's disappearance? Emma's determination grew – she was going to find out what happened to Max, and she was going to make sure that justice was served. With a newfound sense of purpose, Emma stood up, ready to face whatever lay ahead. She was going to unravel the truth, no matter what it took.