—Mabel—
A surge of panic rose in my chest. I shot to my feet.
“The kids? What about the kids?”
Mrs. Chukwuemeka drew a breath.
“They've refused to go to school. They woke up looking for you and have been crying, asking when you're coming home.”
Relief swept through me. I lowered my cutlery on the table and dragged a hand across my face.
“Oh, Okay. I'm coming over right now.”
Without hesitation, I ended the call, grabbed my purse, and headed out.
My convoy was waiting in the private parking space as Alec had notified.
The head of my bodyguards opened the door and I slid into the backseat of the lead car. We pulled out of the garage, drove past the security personnel stationed at its entrance, and melted into the streets of D.C..
Traffic was light at the moment—understandable becau
