~CELINE~

I carried Caesar to our quarters, my hands shaking so badly I could barely turn the door handle. Once inside, I set him down and immediately turned the lock, then dragged a chair against the door for good measure.

Caesar stood in the middle of our small living room, tears still wet on his cheeks, watching me with confused eyes.

"Mama? Why are you moving the chair?"

"Just... just making sure we have privacy, baby." I tried to keep my voice steady, but it came out cracked and ...