Chapter 33

Clara

The low hum of the engine filled the empty spaces of the vast luxury car. I’d taken the middle seat, and Leo nestled in beside me. Our hands folded into our laps, bound in zip ties tight enough to cut skin.

Though he pressed against my side, Leo didn’t cry, didn’t whimper, didn’t tremble. He was as silent and stoic as I imagine his father might have been—and for some reason, the thought both