NATE
The doors of the Eastern Wing groaned in protest as I flung them open. The net curtains hanging from the ceiling danced in the wind coming from a door that had been left wide open.
"Mother?" I called, my voice echoing in the vast chamber. Every cell in my body screamed at me, urging me to go forward. I raced across the polished marble floor.
"Mother!" I yelled again, this time, the need to jump into action was greater than the need to give in to fear.
As I walked deeper into the pavilion, I pushed a curtain out of my way when I caught the silhouette of a person.
Relief washed over me briefly. It was Sid. But it was the person in her arms that caused me to freeze.
"Sid?" I called, my voice hoarse and tight.
Sid flinched at the sound of my voice and snapped out of whatever trance
