“Stay here,” she told her driver.
“Miss, it could be dangerous—”
“That’s the point.”
She walked inside.
The hallways were too quiet. Too clean. Too controlled.
Then two men stepped in front of her.
“You can’t go any further.”
Victoria studied them calmly.
“Who sent you?”
“That’s not your concern.”
She let out a quiet laugh.
“It is… because you’re in my way.”
Moments later—
Both men were on the ground.
No one saw how it happened.
Victoria continued down the hallway until she reached a door.
Room 307.
Her hand trembled.
For the first time in years.
She opened it.
A small child lay in the bed.
Pale. Weak. Connected to machines.
But alive.
Her breath broke.
“My son…”
She moved closer, her fingers shaking as they touched his face.
Warm.
Real.
“Mom…” the boy whispered faintly.
Victoria fell to her knees.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
The tears she had held back for years finally came.
