“Mommy?” Lucas said, staring at Gwen with wide, confused eyes.
“Yes, baby, it’s me,” Gwen whispered, her voice shaking. She crouched to his level again and hugged him tightly, inhaling the scent of his hair as tears filled her eyes.
“Damien…” she breathed. Her lips trembled. “Jace…”
“Ma’am, are you alright?” Lucas’s nanny asked, stepping closer.
“Yes—yes, I’m fine. I think…” Gwen muttered, pressing a hand to her temple. Her head pounded. Everything felt hazy, memories, flashes, confusion but one thing she knew for sure.
“Where’s Damien?” she asked quickly.
“I—I don’t know, ma’am,” the nanny stammered.
Gwen nodded weakly and turned toward the hallway.
“Mommy!” Lucas called, clutching her dress.
“I’ll be back, sweetie,” she whispered and forced a smile, brushing his cheek before she
