~CELINE~
I woke up to silence.
Not the peaceful kind of silence that came with a sleeping house, but the wrong kind. The kind that made my mother's instincts scream in alarm.
Ceasar's bed was empty.
I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stumbled toward his small bedroom in our staff quarters. The dinosaur sheets were cold, undisturbed. His favorite stuffed elephant sat abandoned on the pillow.
"Ceasar?" I called out, my voice cracking. "Baby, where are you?"
Nothing.
I threw on my robe and raced through our tiny living space, checking every corner, every hiding spot where a three-year-old might curl up. The bathroom. The kitchen. Behind the couch.
Empty. All empty.
My hands shook as I grabbed my phone, ready to call the police, when I saw the note propped again
