Broken

Present Time

“How—how did he find us?” I ask Aiden, my voice trembling. “He wasn’t supposed to have any way of knowing we’re here.”

I’m sobbing, glancing nervously over my shoulder while clutching my small belly.

“Relax. He won’t be able to track us down,” Aiden assures me as he helps me into his car.

Almost immediately, the driver pulls away, and a few minutes later, we arrive at the house where I now live with Ginevra. My hands shake as I fumble with the door, so Aiden guides me into the living room and helps me sit down.

“Take care of her while I’m gone, champ,” he tells little Henry, who hands me his ball and flashes a bright smile.

“Don’t leave… please. I-I don’t want to be alone,” I stammer, tears still flowing.

“I’m just going to get a glass of water. We won’t leave you alone,” Aiden promises before stepping out of the room, leaving me in the care of the boy.

Just as he said, he returns seconds later with a glass of water. I manage a few sips, though it does nothing to calm the