Savannah's POV
"Where were you?"
I dropped to my knees beside Dennis, gathering Mateo into my embrace.
At ten years old, my son remained delicate and small-framed, though perfectly healthy. Perhaps the difficult years before I came into his life had stunted his growth, making him appear younger than his actual age. But that concern felt insignificant now.
What mattered was savoring this moment of tenderness before I destroyed everything Dennis and I had built over these past two years.
My hatred for Dennis persisted through most days. He remained the monster who hunted me through those dark woods, who caused my first devastating loss when I miscarried, who claimed me without permission and ripped me away from everything familiar for two endless years. Such wounds could never fully heal.
