Elizabeth
I can see the horror in their eyes.
Sebastian. Eric. Detective Adams.
They stand frozen, their bodies tense, their hands twitching at their sides as Christopher drags me toward the front door. Detective Adams's gun is steadily pointing at Christopher, but he is frozen in place.
Their helplessness is written across their faces, burning into my soul like a scar I will carry forever.
Sebastian’s eyes lock onto mine, wide and desperate, pleading for me to hold on, to fight.
But I can’t fight. Not with Christopher’s bruising grip digging into my arm, not with his breath hot against my ear as he hisses, one wrong move and your children die.
I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as Sebastian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black card. The same card we all know will leave no trace.
His hands tremble as he extends it toward Christopher, his fingers curling tightly around it like he wants to crush it into dust instead.
"Take it," Sebastian spits, his voice laced with
