Fiona's Penthouse.
Fiona, in a rare moment of domesticity, was preparing Liam for school.
The carefully chosen clothes, the perfectly packed lunchbox, belied the gravity of the situation. This was more than just getting her son ready for school; it was a carefully orchestrated performance, a calculated move in the ongoing game she played.
Liam stood before her, a mixture of excitement and apprehension on his face. He was a bright boy, precocious and quick-witted, but Fiona knew the world held dangers he couldn't yet comprehend.
Fiona knelt, her gaze meeting Liam’s. “Liam, honey, school today, alright? Be good, be nice to your teachers and friends. But be careful, sweetheart." Her voice was soft, yet laced with an undercurrent of worry that Liam couldn't quite understand, but he sens
