Just as the panic threatened to consume me, the nanny appeared, looking nervous and hesitant. "Are you looking for the baby, Ma’am? Your husband and Mr. Scott just took him to the backyard garden.”
Before she could finish her sentence, Lucy grabbed my hand again, dragging me toward the garden. "Tiffany, don’t trust Levi. He may seem charming, but he’s dangerous."
I didn’t have time to question why she was helping me. All I knew was that I needed to find my child. My legs moved faster, keeping pace with Lucy as we raced through the corridors.
Finally, we arrived at the garden. And there they were, Spencer and my son.
The moment our eyes met, something shifted in the atmosphere.
The four of us stood frozen in silence. Levi’s hand rested casually on Spencer’s neck, the two of them close, their interaction more intimate than I’d ever seen before.
I stared, bewildered. The scene in front of me felt unreal, as if I were an outsider looking in on someone else’s family, unsure of where I fit into this bizarre picture.
