CHAPTER 112

ZYLIAH'S POV

My first glimpse of sunlight in nearly five months came during this supervised trip to the baby store. The freedom was an illusion, of course, but the air outside the car had smelled different. Now, surrounded by tiny, expensive clothes, the reality of my cage felt more suffocating than ever.

"Zyliah?"

I froze. My stomach jumped. I didn't want to believe whose voice I'd heard behind me.

No, it couldn't be him. This should not be happening.

I didn't turn. I ...