Chapter 61: The Commanding Voice
Like a moth to a flame, Aubrey tiptoed out of her room, her hands cradling Kenneth with a tenderness that only a mother could possess.
The baby was unaware of the world unfolding around him, his dreams untroubled, his mind a blank canvas on which the future would be painted. But as Aubrey navigated the shadowy halls, a sense of unease lingered, an ominous whisper that all was not well.
Aubrey was a phantom in the night, each step calculated, her breath stilled to the rhythm of silence. Her phone emerged from the depths of her pocket like a beacon in the darkness, her finger dancing across the screen with a deftness borne from practice.
In a hushed whisper, she spoke into the phone, "Hope you are outside the gate. I don't want to wait for you." Each word was a hushed melody, a whispered song of secrets.
