The next morning, the day of the naming ceremony, Margret woke to find Evelyn hurriedly getting dressed.
“Evelyn, where are you going?” Margret asked, carefully setting her baby to the side.
Evelyn tightened her scarf, determination in her eyes. “I’m going to find a way to save us. Whatever happens, Margret, don’t open this door. If you do, it’s over.”
Margret’s heart pounded. “Okay… but what exactly are you planning to do?”
“I have to escape this palace and find your son. He’s our only way out.”
Margret swallowed hard. “But how? He could be anywhere. Where will you even start?”
“I don’t know,” Evelyn admitted, “but I have to try. Just stay here, and no matter what, don’t let anyone in. Do you understand?”
Margret nodded. “Yes, okay.”
“Good. Take care of yourself. I’ll be back. I p
