MAYA'S POV
The car door slammed shut, sealing us in a bubble of stale air and shock. The sirens were fading behind us, taking my son with them. I felt the vibration of the engine through my knees. I didn’t look at Liam.
“Drive.”
“Maya—”
“Just drive. Now.”
He pulled away, the tires spitting gravel. I stared at my hands in my lap. They were empty. They had been full of my son seconds ago.
“Where are we going?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Away from here. I don’t care.” I finally turned my head. He was pale, his knuckles white on the wheel. “You let him take Leo.”
“He took him, Maya. I couldn’t—”
“You could. You chose not to. You chose to listen to her threat.” My voice was frighteningly calm. “You weighed the option and decided letting my son be kidn*pped was better than you goin
