I opened the door with a push. I froze by the entrance. My blood ran cold at the sight. Carson was sitting on the bed. He was bowing his head.
Victoria, his mother, was standing by his side. She was very stylish. Her pricey suit contrasted sharply with the run-down apartment. I got a smile from her. She smiled without opening her eyes.
She had a strong perfume and power scent. It smelled oppressive. Her words were “Hello Annabelle.”
Her tone was serene and fluid. I turned my gaze from her to Carson. My thoughts were racing. My eyes shifted to Carson wondering how she had discovered us and how she knew we were here. He refused to give me a glance.
His gaze remained fixed on the ground. A chilly certainty descended upon me.
Victoria cut the quiet. “I’m here to take my son home He sho
