"Mom, I want that one."
Inside the quiet manor of the ancient town, Noah pointed at the plate of beef in front of him, flashing Evelyn a grin full of mischief.
"Here you go." Evelyn ruffled his hair gently. Watching Noah eat so happily made her feel genuinely content inside.
This manor had been arranged for her by Lucas's mother, a place meant for hiding.
The town was serene and out of the way—barely anyone ever came here. Plus, Lucas's mom promised to keep her location under wraps. Evelyn had hoped she and Noah could enjoy some peace here for a few months.
As she gazed tenderly at Noah, he looked up and gave her a bright, carefree smile.
Just when she was about to dig into her own meal, the sudden whir of helicopters filled the air outside. A wave of dread hit Evelyn.
