ANYTA’S POV
“Teddy…”
I was running. Each breath was a laboured effort as my lungs tightened and burned.
My feet pounded against cold marble, my lungs burning as I chased the sound of my son's voice through endless corridors that kept stretching the farther I went.
My dress snagged on something unseen and pain flared from the spot where it snaggrd my flesh. But I didn’t stop, not while it felt like my whole life was dangling by a cliff end.
“Mama!”
Teddy's voice cracked through the thick air and and my heart lurched painfully in my chest at the terror I heard in it.
I burst into a room the room and almost crashed down on the concrete floors from both relief and raw, cold, fear.
Low lights created shadows that clung to the corners. Sienna stood near the first first, immaculately dres
