The walk from Leo's playground to his bedroom felt like trekking through a minefield. Every shadow on the walls of the Reed mansion seemed to whisper Asher's words back to me. Stop looking for an exit.
I pushed open the door to Leo's room. Nanny B gave me a sympathetic nod before slipping out, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet. Leo was already tucked under his dinosaur-themed duvet, his favorite toy car—a sleek black sedan that looked suspiciously like Asher's favorite ride—resting on his pillow like a guardian.
"You came," Leo whispered, his voice still thick with the remnants of his tears.
"I told you I would, didn't I? A promise is a promise, remember?" I sat on the edge of the bed, picking up the worn book about the little engine that could. My hands were still trembling, a physical ghost of the confrontation downstairs.
