You are free to be with me

Cindy knew she couldn't afford to miss the meeting with Sam. Despite the dread that twisted her insides, she had to face him. He was the key to getting Alexander back, the one person who knew where he was. She still clung to hope, desperately unaware that Sam had thrown Alexander into the ocean. That devastating truth was hidden from her, lurking just beneath the surface of Sam's twisted games.

She dressed in a simple black dress, the color a stark contrast to her pale, weary face. Her eyes were puffy from a sleepless night, and the worry lines etched into her forehead spoke of the burden she carried. Cindy wasn't one for dramatics, but the black dress felt appropriate—an unspoken acknowledgment of the dark reality she was about to confront.