Hiding the Billionaire’s Son (HCS 1)
The thought looped endlessly, louder than the honking cars.
I ducked into a side alley, pressing my back to the wall. My breaths came shallow.
Pull yourself together, Lucy.
But the tremor in my hands betrayed me.
That evening, at home, Max brought me one of his school drawings.
“Look, Mommy! It’s us!” He held up the paper proudly. Crayon lines formed two stick figures—a tall one with long hair, a small one holding hands. Above them, a bright sun with an uneven smile.
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