Aria's POV
The call came at eleven forty-three on a Wednesday morning, It was Noah's school. Ms. Pearce, his classroom teacher, her voice careful and controlled.
"Mrs. Blackwood," she said. "Noah is completely safe, i want to say that first."
The world went very still around me. "Tell me," I said.
I was in the car before she'd finished explaining, my security detail moving without me having to ask, the driver already pulling out of the Monroe Global parking structure while I sat in the back with my phone pressed to my ear and my other hand flat against my stomach — not thinking about it, just doing it, the instinctive gesture of a woman protecting two children at once.
Ms. Pearce had noticed him at eleven-fifteen.
