Chapter 52
The response came quickly.
*First, I need context. You said this is for a friend. But I've been doing this long enough to know when someone is searching for their own child. So let's be honest—is this personal?*
Ravyn stared at the message, her heart pounding. Admitting it was personal meant revealing vulnerability, meant giving RedRaven leverage, meant potentially compromising her identity.
But lying would just waste time. And RedRaven clearly already suspected the truth.
*It's personal*, she typed. *My child. Taken at birth in circumstances that I can't fully explain without compromising my security. But I know he's alive. I know someone took him. And I need to find him.*
Another quick response.
*Prison birth? Five years ago? One of twins?*
Ravyn felt ice run through h
