A desperate escape

The room spun as Rachel's words hit me. I looked down at Ethan, sleeping peacefully in his crib, unaware of the storm outside. "I can’t leave him," I said, my voice shaky. "Harrison needs to know the truth." Rachel nodded, her expression sad. "I know. But not yet. We need a plan. If Mr. Blackwood finds out you know, he’ll do anything to silence you. We can’t risk it." I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Rachel was right; we had to be careful. "Okay," I whispered. But I wasn’t going to run this time. I would stand by Harrison’s side, and together, we’d face whatever came. Rachel gave me a knowing look. Just as I turned to leave the nursery, I heard it—a gunshot. The sound echoed through the halls, freezing me in place. I clutched Ethan, cradling him close, and bolted from the room, heart pounding. In the sitting room, I saw a horrifying sight—Harrison and two maids lay on the floor, blood pooling around them. The killer was gone. Rachel rushed in and took Ethan from my arms. Kneelin