Chapter 4 - THE SILENT ESCAPE
Laura, the Young Mother, felt the weight of Damon’s gaze on the back of her neck like a searing iron.
She didn't turn around, though her twin boys tugged insistently on her hands, wanting to go see the giant display in the center court.
"Keep walking, boys," she whispered, her voice steady, though her hands were trembling inside her coat pockets.
She had known this day would come, the day the walls of her carefully constructed privacy would finally collapse.
She had fled the city with nothing but her dignity and the two boys who were the living breathing proof of a marriage Damon had denied.
He had claimed they were infertile, that the pregnancy was a lie, that she was hallucinating a life that never existed.
She had spent three years proving him wrong, building a world where the truth didn't matter because she held the reality in her arms.
"Mommy, are we going to see Santa?" the first twin asked, his voice bright and innocent, blissfully unaware of the storm behind them.
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"Yes, honey," Laura said, her eyes tracking the movement of a security guard who was starting to walk their way.
She knew Damon would chase her, but she also knew he wasn't fast enough to catch up to the ghost he had created.
