MAYA'S POV
This room is too quiet. It’s the kind of quiet that presses on your eardrums. Leo’s action figure is under the coffee table, one arm bent back. He’ll want that when he gets back. Liam's mother’s tea mug is in the sink, the bag still in it. She always forgets to take it out. These little things are all I have right now. Proof they were here. Before he took them.
Daniel took my son. He took his mother. He called it “having them over for a while.” He said it was for their safety, with all the “unpleasantness” happening. But we both knew what it was. A trade. My obedience for their comfort. My love for his brother made them targets.
I almost called the police. My finger hovered over the screen. But what would I say? My husband, a powerful CEO, has taken our son to his secure, mul
