Chapter 132 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• Leo murmurs in his sleep, his small voice soft and unclear. I only catch bits of it, like fragments of a dream slipping away. “Dad,” he mumbles, his little hands twitching against the blanket.
• By the window, I stare out at the dimly lit roads that stretch into the distance, winding like veins leading back to the estate. Davon’s estate. I can’t help but wonder if he’s still awake, pacing those halls in anger. Maybe he’s tearing into his men, demanding answers, trying to control the storm that never seems to end.