I asked a passing maid where Eric was, and she directed me toward the sunroom. I walked off, giving my thanks before she could even finish speaking. How dare he treat me in such a manner? I am not a child he can simply restrict from going out; I am a grown woman, and my son’s life is currently at risk.
I didn't knock; I just barged in. At that moment, I didn't feel the need for pleasantries, but as the doors swung open and numerous pairs of judgmental eyes stared back at me, I instantly wished I had. The silence lasted for a minute at most before it was shattered by a sharp, familiar voice.
"How dare you, you street trash, walk in on a private family meeting?" a woman spat. I realized now that the room was full of people I assumed were members of the Kingston and Hawthorne families—many
