Faith's Pov
Each tick of the clock after Astor left was a stab of worry. Kyle. Our daughter. Had he figured it out? Had Astor slipped up? My stomach twisted into knots thinking about Kyle knowing we were trying to play him.
The phone lay silent on the bedside table, a cruel joke. No call from Kyle. Nothing. It only made my heart pound harder. I tossed and turned, replaying every word Astor and I had exchanged, every detail of our plan. Sleep, when it finally came, brought no peace, only fleeting, jumbled nightmares.
The first hint of dawn, a faint grey light peeking through the curtains, was a small mercy. I pushed myself up, my body still aching from the tension of the night. No time to dwell on fear. Marco needed me. My son. His bright, innocent face was the only thing that could anc
