Chapter 11: Lines Crossed
I slammed the car door shut, my hands trembling as I clutched the steering wheel. Reid sat quietly beside me, his small fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Precious, unusually silent, shifted uncomfortably in the backseat. None of us had spoken since we left the company house. The weight of the eviction hung over us like a heavy storm cloud, suffocating and relentless.
"Where are we going, Mum?" Reid finally broke the silence, his voice timid.
"Somewhere safe," I replied curtly, my mind racing. Somewhere safe? Where was safe? The hotel I'd booked earlier came to mind, but even that felt temporary, like a Band-Aid over a deep wound.
Reid didn't ask any more questions, but I could feel his gaze on me. It was the kind of look that asked questions w
