Alina’s POV
The morning fog wrapped the city in a thick, gray blanket, and I watched it from the corner of the apartment window.
Leo slept peacefully in the next room, unaware of the storm about to break over our lives. I sipped lukewarm coffee, mind racing, planning, recalculating.
Every second mattered. Every move had to be precise.
Estelle was no longer a distant threat. She had begun to retaliate.
The first sign was subtle a news article highlighting Sebastian’s “reckless actions,” implying incompetence, questioning his mental stability, questioning his role as a father.
Then came a discreet call from one of Sebastian’s contacts, warning me that multiple private investigators had been dispatched to track both me and Leo.
I set my coffee down, my hands trembling not from fear,
