The Son He Sacrificed Was His
Language: en
During our emergency layover in the Infestation Hotspot, my five-year-old daughter was left behind. I remember kneeling on the floor of the private jet, sobbing, clawing at my billionaire husband’s tailored suit, begging him to save her. He looked down at me with eyes as cold as a morgue slab. "The plane is already on the taxiway, Natalie," he said, his voice devoid of a single tremor. "I can’t turn back for one person. Not even her." "It’s just her luck. It’s her fate." Desperate and broken, I managed to sneak back into the terminal alone to find her. I didn’t find my daughter. I found a…