Olivia
The weight of Ryan’s letter settled heavily between Nathan and me.
The looming threat of losing Elliot clenched at my heart, and I could see the tension reflected in Nathan's eyes as well. The room was thick with a tension I wished we could banish, but reality was unyielding.
After a few moments of heart-pounding silence, an idea sparked in my mind. Untimely, yes, but perhaps our only hope.
“The witch,” I murmured, meeting Nathan’s gaze. “We should consult her. Tonight.”
He immediately frowned, a mix of concern and doubt shadowing his features. “Tonight?” he asked. “You really want to do this now?”
I nodded slowly, my heart pounding with anticipation. “It’s the only way,” I said. “Ryan has given us three days… three days to hand over our son, or else we’ll
