I wake up alone in a white room— a hospital bed, locked doors, no windows. No clock. And no sign of my son. The man holding us wants Maksim Antonov dead.
If I want my child back, I have to betray the man I love. They return me to Maksim bruised and broken, so he believes I escaped.
He holds me like he lost me once already, never knowing I’m being used to destroy him. I lie beside him with guilt burning my chest. Steal secrets. Record whispers.
Become the knife aimed at his heart— because a mother doesn’t get to hesitate. When the ambush finally comes, Maksim looks at me and smiles. He already knows. Gunfire rips through the air.
My son is dragged into the open. A single shot rings out— And I don’t know who survives.
