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I murmured a silent prayer as the cab pulled up in front of Max's gate, climbing out and handing the driver the usual ten dollar bill. “If you don't mind waiting for me, I just want to check if my baby boy's here. I won't take long. I promise.”

He nodded and I half ran towards the gate, pressing the doorbell as hard as I could. The sound of the lock turning had my heart thumping loudly. God, please let Finn be safe. The security man slid out, his scrawny face brightening the minute he saw me. “Ma'am? You're finally here.”

“Good evening,” I mumbled breathlessly. “Is Finn here? I'm sorry I overslept and forgot to go pick him up.”

He nodded in understanding, which made me feel relieved. “Yes. Sir Sturm brought him home over an hour ago. You can come in.”

“I'll go dismiss the driver then,” I hurried off towards the cab, told him off, and returned back to the gate, my hair sticking out in every angle. I couldn't remember when last I felt so disorganized...so out of place. This was so unlik