"Don’t overthink it. I might be wrong," Lucy said, her tone softening as she tried to comfort me. But her attempt only deepened my self-blame. How could I have forgotten the potential conspiracies in a family like this? I was a novelist, for heaven’s sake. I should have known better.
We searched frantically and as my eyes scanned every corner, tears welled up. The fear that something might have happened to my son was overwhelming.
Just as the panic threatened to consume me, the nanny appeared, looking nervous and hesitant. "Are you looking for the baby, Ma’am? Your husband and Mr. Scott just took him to the backyard garden.”
Before she could finish her sentence, Lucy grabbed my hand again, dragging me toward the garden. "Tiffany, don’t trust Levi. He may seem charming, but he’s dangerous."
I didn’t have time to question why she was helping me. All I knew was that I needed to find my child. My legs moved faster, keeping pace with Lucy as we raced through the corridors.
Finally, we arrived at the garden. And there they were, Spencer and my son.
The moment our eyes met, something shifted in the atmosphere.