Chapter 1 - “Keep talking, sweetheart. I’m getting you out.”The waitress pressed her cheek against the cold wall and listened.
At first, there was nothing.
Then came three tiny knocks.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She looked over her shoulder toward the marble staircase.
The mansion’s ballroom was only a few yards away, filled with the laughter of wealthy guests, clinking champagne glasses, and soft piano music.
No one else could hear the knocking.
She crouched beside the decorative wall panel and whispered again.
“Can you hear me?”
A small voice trembled through the narrow opening.
“Please…”
The waitress swallowed.
“I’m here. What’s your name?”
“Ethan.”
The voice sounded weak.
Too weak.
“How old are you, Ethan?”
“I’m seven.”
She froze.
Seven.
A child.
Behind a wall.
She tried the handle of the decorative panel.
Locked.
She glanced at the hallway. Empty.
Quickly, she pulled a metal serving knife from her apron and slipped the blade between the panel and the frame.
The first attempt failed.
The second cracked the wooden trim.
The third finally gave her enough space to pry.
The panel popped open.
Cold air rushed into her face.
And then she saw him.
A little boy curled inside a narrow maintenance cavity behind the wall.
His blue lips were trembling.
His hands were covered in scratches.
He was wearing expensive pajamas stained with dust.
The waitress dropped the knife.
“Oh my God.”
The boy lifted his head.
“She said Daddy would never find me here.”
“Who?”
The boy looked terrified.
“Isabella.”
The waitress reached through the opening.
“Come on, sweetheart. Give me your hand.”
He hesitated.
“She told me if I screamed, Daddy would send me away.”
The waitress felt anger rise in her chest.
“No one is sending you anywhere. Come here.”
The boy crawled toward her.
His arms shook.
The cavity was barely wide enough for him to turn around.
“How long have you been here?”
He looked toward the darkness behind him.
“I don't know.”
“Days?”
He nodded.
“Maybe.”
The waitress pulled him forward.
“Hold tight.”
She grabbed his wrist.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed upstairs.
The boy flinched.
“She's coming.”
“Who?”
“Isabella.”
The waitress tightened her grip.
“Then we're getting you out faster.”
She pulled.
The boy screamed as his shoulder caught against the narrow opening.
“I know. I know. Just a little more.”
His fingers slipped.
The waitress grabbed both hands.
“Look at me!”
The boy looked up.
“You're coming out.”
With one final pull, she dragged him through the opening.
He collapsed into her arms.
She wrapped her apron around him.
Then a woman’s voice exploded from the hallway.
“What are you doing?”
The waitress turned.
Isabella Vale stood at the end of the corridor.
Perfect hair.
Diamond earrings.
A champagne glass in one hand.
Her expression changed the instant she saw the boy.
“Put him back.”
The waitress stared.
“What?”
“Put him back immediately.”
The boy buried his face against the waitress.
“No!”
Isabella stepped closer.
“You have no idea what you're dealing with.”
The waitress stood.
“He was freezing.”
“That child is sick.”
“Then why was he behind a wall?”
Isabella’s expression hardened.
“Put him back.”
“You're insane.”
“Listen carefully,” Isabella whispered. “You work for this family tonight. By tomorrow, you won't work anywhere.”
The waitress looked down at the trembling boy.
Then back at Isabella.
“You locked a child inside a wall.”
Isabella’s smile disappeared.
“That is none of your business.”
The waitress pulled the boy behind her.
“It became my business when I found him dying.”
A voice suddenly thundered from the staircase.
“Ethan?”
Everyone turned.
Arthur Vale stood at the top step.
The mansion went silent.
His eyes locked onto the child.
“Ethan?”
The boy lifted his head.
“Daddy?”
Arthur dropped the glass in his hand.
It shattered across the marble floor.
He ran.
And the moment his son reached him, Arthur saw the scratches covering the boy's hands.
His face went white.
“Who did this to you?”
Ethan pointed toward the wall.
Then toward Isabella.
“She put me there.”
Arthur slowly turned.
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Isabella's face had gone pale.
And for the first time that evening, nobody in the mansion was smiling.
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