The island had become a gilded prison.
Three days had passed since the failed escape attempt, and Alexander’s control had become absolute yet invisible. The security guards patrolled the paths like shadows. The boat remained locked at the dock. Even the children’s playtime was scheduled with “approved” routes and constant supervision. I was never truly alone — not even for a moment.
I sat on the terrace that afternoon, watching Alex and Sofia play under the watchful eyes of two guards. My hand rested on my heavily pregnant belly as the baby kicked strongly, a reminder of the life growing inside me — a child who would be born into this beautiful nightmare.
Alexander joined me, pulling a chair close and taking my hand. His touch was gentle, but his grip was firm, as if afraid I would disa
