Chapter 7 - The Hidden Cabin
I fought wildly, throwing my elbows backward and kicking out with my legs.
"Stop fighting, Mom, it's me!" a desperate, incredibly familiar voice whispered in my ear.
The hand slowly released my mouth, and I spun around to face my attacker.
Standing in the shadows of the parking garage was the boy from the photograph.
It was Rowan.
He was wearing a stolen hospital gown and a torn gray hoodie, shivering violently in the cold night air.
Tears instantly flooded my eyes as I pulled my lost son into a fierce, desperate embrace.
"You're alive, my beautiful boy, you're really alive," I sobbed into his shoulder.
He hugged me back tightly, but quickly pulled away, his green eyes scanning the dark garage.
"We have to get out of here, Grandma's security teams are tearing the city apart looking for me," he warned urgently.
I quickly unlocked the car, and we both jumped inside.
"I saw your clue about the cabin, I was just about to drive up there to find you," I told him as I sped out of the garage.
"I knew you were the only one I could trust, Mom," he said quietly, looking out the window.
We drove in tense silence for an hour, navigating the winding, treacherous mountain roads leading to my father's old property.
The cabin was completely dark and isolated, surrounded by miles of dense, unforgiving pine forest.
I parked the car behind a thick thicket of trees to hide it from the main road.
We crept silently up the wooden steps, the old floorboards groaning under our weight.
I pushed the heavy front door open, expecting to find the dusty, empty sanctuary of my childhood.
Instead, the lights suddenly blazed on, blinding us completely.
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Standing in the center of the living room, surrounded by four heavily armed mercenaries, was Mark.
"You always were too predictable, Sarah," my husband said, raising a tranquilizer gun directly at Rowan's chest.
