Savannah
Panic clawed at my throat. I felt like I was unraveling, thread by painful thread. I needed to see my son. I had to see him.
I paced the room for several minutes, my mind a chaotic storm. Decision made.
I threw on a dark hoodie, shoved the burner phone into the pocket, and crept downstairs. I moved silently towards the back door, the one leading to the gardens.
The moment I stepped onto the patio, my hope died. The entire perimeter of the property was fenced, but now guards stood at intervals. One by the main gate in the distance, another near the far corner of the wall. No obvious weapons, but their watchful eyes were as effective as iron bars.
Xavier wasn’t taking any chances. I was a prisoner in this gilded cage.
I turned, my shoulders slumping, and walked quietly back i
