AMELIA
“I need to go, Conrad. Noah's alone," I said, tucking the phone back in my pocket. As I turned to leave, Conrad pulled my hand back, stopping me.
“You're not leaving until you answer my question. I mean it."
I frowned. “What do you mean? Noah's alone. I can't leave him by himself." I twisted my hand, trying to free myself from his grip, but he tightened his grip on my hand.
“Answer me quickly and I'll let you go." He pulled me away from the door and locked the door. “Why did you lie to me? I hate lies, you know that?”
Was he serious right now? At the expense of my child’s safety? All he could care about was himself and a little lie?”
"Please Conrad, let me go. I'll tell you everything once I return,” I pleaded, my voice shaky. "Noah is barely three years old. He'll get scare
