The silence that followed didn’t feel normal. It felt like something had already gone wrong… and no one had noticed yet. Isabella’s breath hitched as awareness rushed back into her body.
Matteo…
Her son.
That was the only thing that mattered.
“Where is he now?” she asked sharply, her voice laced with fear and urgency.
Sofia's hand ran through her keyboard again, flipping through camera lines.
“I think he’s in the east wing, apparently all we saw… the whole ticking device and holding room?... It was all part of the illusion. He's been in the east wing all along.” Sofia rapped.
Isabella didn’t wait or even bother to ask questions, Matteo was the only grip she had on reality for the past five years and if anything happened to him,she'll never forgive herself.
So she ran.
Her footstep
