Cassandra’s POVThe boy’s eyes welled, his small frame shaking as a loud wail tore out of his chest.“Mommy!” he cried, his little hands balled into fists.The maids stared at him and then back at me, not saying a word. What was wrong with them? From how they were looking at each other, I could tell they were communicating through the mindlink but why wasn't anyone comforting the child?Before I could even sit up, a woman burst in through the doorway, her eyes frantic until they landed on her son. She rushed to him, dropping to her knees.“My boy, what happened?” she asked, cupping his face, scanning his arms and legs.Meanwhile, Jessa bent down quickly, scooping up my crutches and slipping an arm under mine. “Up you go,” she muttered, pulling me upright with surprising strength.My leg screamed in protest, but I ignored it. The maids were still frozen and watching. Fine. Let them watch.I ignored the sting of my palms as I hobbled forward, grabbing two cookies from the cooling rack.
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