“I can’t just sit here and do nothing,” Thersa muttered, standing up from the chair in Rafael’s living room.......Her hands trembled as she paced back and forth.
“I know Diego too well... he won’t hesitate. If he feels cornered, he might actually do something to DJ.” Her voice cracked as the panic bubbled in her chest.
Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Rafael’s phone lying on the side table.
Without thinking twice, she grabbed it and quickly dialed a number she knew too well. Her fingers shook as she hit call... once, twice... then on the third ring, it connected.
“Please,” she whispered the moment she heard breathing on the other end. “Diego, please don’t do anything to him. You can come after me if that’s what you want.... just don’t hurt him.”
There was silence.
“Just tell me where my son is and I swear I’ll come back him....No divorce please”
A low chuckle came from the other end, cold and bitter.
"Want to know where your son is?" Diego’s voice was sharp, almost
