[Amira’s POV]
About an hour ago
I was left alone inside this cold, dimly lit warehouse weary and still yearning for both Brenda and my son, baby Calix.
The darkness felt suffocating, and the only sound that filled the room was the clinking of the chains binding my wrists and ankles to the chair. My heart pounded in my chest as fear wrapped around me. It quickly reminded me again if Calix—my baby and my bestfriend, Brenda could be suffering the same fate.
They had separated us the moment we were taken, and I had no idea where they were or if they were even safe at this very moment.
“Please...,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I glanced up at the two guards standing by the door. “Please, just let me know if my son is okay. If Brenda is okay. I beg you…”
They didn’t even blink, thei
