Draven,
They say never underestimate a single mother who knows how to raise a child against all odds. But what if the mother herself was the reason the child had to fight against the odds?
Ms. Gemma rushed toward me, her face pale with terror.
“Master! It’s bad—Sir Ethan was found unconscious in his closet! He’s severely dehydrated!”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Under my roof? Locked inside a closet?
A suffocating weight settled in my chest. Evelyn… She did this? To her own child?
I barely noticed my legs moving as I stormed into the living room. Two female officers stood in the center, questioning my mother and grandmother.
Ethan lay motionless on the couch, an IV drip attached to his small arm. His face was pale, lips cracked, and his tiny hands curled weakly
