Chapter 295:
Julie's POV
My facial features contorted completely, my voice emerging sharp, fractured, and flooded with a mixture of threat and absolute panic: "Steve! Where is Ethan?! Where is my son?! You promised me... you fucking swore to me that you wouldn't let them take him away!"
He turned toward me with sluggish steps and a thoroughly broken frame, but he didn't utter a single word. Instead, he bowed his head toward the floor, his muffled weeping intensifying as he covered his mouth with his palm. This silence of his was enough to wrench the final thread of denial from my mind, casting me straight into the hell of the bitter truth the very truth I had long fled from and mocked anyone who dared utter it. The cold crawled into the deepest depths of my bones, and I felt a burning lump in my throat, cutting into me like a razor blade with every single breath.
