Chapter 68–Moana’s POV
I couldn’t breathe. Every part of me screamed against it, every instinct telling me to run, to hide, to refuse.
“Please… please, Mom…” I begged, my voice breaking. “I can’t go back to Paris. I don’t want to go. I can’t!”
I fell to my knees in front of her, gripping her hands, shaking them, trying to force a reaction from her. She sat there, perfectly still, like a statue carved from stone. She was silent and didn't utter a word since I have been begging her. Not even a glance down at me.
“You’re not even saying anything!” I shouted, desperation spilling out of me. “Please, don’t just sit there! You have to… you have to stop him! Please, I’m begging you! I can’t go!”
She remained silent. I couldn’t tell if she was thinking, ignoring me, or judging me for being we
