SCARLETT
I tried to shield my baby, holding him tight against my chest, but there was no use. He saw him. His eyes locked onto mine, full of confusion, anger, heartbreak... and something deeper I couldn't name. My breath caught in my throat.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice sharp, almost cracking.
I stepped back instinctively, my body trembling, heart racing. "What do you want from me? I’m tired—what the hell do you want?!" My voice was rising with every word. I couldn't control it. I didn’t want to.
"Scarlett—"
"No! Don’t 'Scarlett' me! I've been trapped here for months. MONTHS! Your son could kill me any moment. I gave birth in fear. You think that's something I can just forget?!"
Memories came crashing like waves—his son’s rage when he found out I w
