Elena's POV
"How dare you?" I slapped her again. "Justin is only eight years old. Imagine it was your child in his shoes."
"Elena, I'm so sorry. I regret everything," Sarah pleaded.
"You had Darius all to yourself, wasn't that enough for you. You're pregnant, right? Think for an instant, it is your child in my son's shoe—"
"I'm not pregnant," Sarah muttered. "The Moon goddess must have placed a curse on me to remain barren after what I did to you."
"Where is my son? Why did you want to give this letter to him?" I inquired.
"I wanted him to take the food I had packaged for Justin to him. I was just giving him directions," she explained.
"Take me to my son, now," there was a commanding note in my voice. I was ready to do anything to find Justin, even if it meant risking my life. Justin was my everything.
"Okay Elena, I'll take you to him," she said quickly.
