Davina's POV
I gave the cab driver another address—my son's school.
My lungs felt crushed. My pulse pounded violently...
I had to see my son. Cooper was my oxygen, my purpose for existing. Right now, just wrapping my arms around him would anchor me.
My phone vibrated inside my purse, but I let it ring.
I'd already reserved the flight. I didn't want anyone's voice filling my head, didn't want another trigger to shatter me completely.
I'd made my decision. I was getting out, and nobody—absolutely nobody—would steal Cooper from me.
The taxi pulled up and before the driver could finish parking, I was already stepping out.
I drew a shaky breath before walking into the school grounds. I hurried through the well-known corridor, making a beeline for his classroom.
What if they'd already reached him?
My fingers trembled as I approached the glass door.
I flattened myself against it and peered through.
