*Esmé’s POV*
I was still in shock when I saw her there. It took me a good three minutes to jump into action. I placed my Glock back on the waistband of my pants and then walked toward her. I began untying her while my vision got blurred by the tears that were now flowing down my face. Once she was untied, all she could do was sob. Mason walked toward a camera on the office corner and shot it.
“Baby, we have to move.” Mason said as he walked toward me, placing his gun in his holster. Mom looked at him, then at me, as she smiled. It was not a smile that reached her eyes, but at least it was something.
I nodded at him as I stood up from kneeling in front of her.
“Let’s go.” I told her as I helped her stand from the chair, wincing.
“What did he do to you?” I asked her, making her shak
