Chapter 8 - THE SAVANNAH SAFE HOUSE
By daybreak, the storm had cleared, leaving Savannah bathed in humid morning mist.
Nora pulled the sedan into an old brick carriage house tucked behind a moss-draped oak tree in the historic district.
The property belonged to her late grandmother, a house that Eleanor Vance had never visited.
Nora brought Ethan inside, locking the wrought-iron security gates behind them.
Ethan sat on the porch swing, watching birds fly across the yard while Nora checked her burner phone.
She had six missed calls from an unlisted number.
She dialed the number back, holding the phone tightly to her ear.
"Nora, don't speak, just listen," Chloe’s rushed voice spoke through the speaker. "Mother knows you went south."
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"Where is Maya, Chloe?" Nora demanded coldly. "Where is my baby?"
"Mother took Maya to the private dock near Hilton Head," Chloe confessed, her voice cracking with fear. "She's planning to board her yacht and sail to the Bahamas."
