Olivia POV
"Mr. Callahan isn't here," I said, my voice steadier than how I I felt. "Tell security to turn her away."
"They're trying." Mrs. Doyle was already dialing, phone pressed to her ear, her usual warmth replaced by something clipped and businesslike. "She says she has every right to see her son and she's not leaving the property without doing it."
Ethan's grip on my hand had gone rigid, his fingers cold despite the warm sunroom air, and I could feel his pulse hammering through his palm as fast as my own. I crouched down to his level, keeping my voice as calm and even as I could manage despite the way my heart was slamming against my ribs.
"Hey. You're okay. Whoever's at the gate isn't getting in here, I promise you that." I had absolutely no authority to promise that. I said it
