Cynthia’s POV

I never thought I’d see them again. Not after everything that happened three years ago when I finally broke free from the cage they had trapped me in for so many years.

Yet, here I was, standing at the door of a presidential suite in a hotel that Lisa and Charles could never afford on their own. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the doorknob, a flood of memories crashing over me—memories I had tried so hard to bury. But they ...