Daciana’s Point of View
The door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in the fragile bubble of my hotel room, but no walls could keep the storm inside my head from raging. I leaned against the cold wood, my heart pounding so hard it echoed in my ears.
Valois knows about Pete.
The words circled my mind like vultures, picking at the carefully built walls I had constructed over the years. I had always known the day would come when my past caught up with me, but I never imagined it would come like this—fast, vicious, and with stakes higher than I ever anticipated.
I crossed the room to Pete’s bed, where he slept soundly, his little chest rising and falling in a rhythmic calm that felt like a cruel contrast to the chaos in my heart. His soft curls fell over his forehead, and his tiny fist cle
