Chapter 5

~~MILA~~

The road leading to my family estate was buried beneath the blanket of midnight snow by the time the car coasted to a halt.

I sat in the back seat, staring blankly through the frost-rimmed glass at the towering iron gates.

For twenty-four years, those iron bars had meant heritage, protection, and home.

Tonight, framed by the pale glow of security lights, they looked like the rusted bars of a cage.

The old pillars still carried my father’s family crest, half-swallowed by snowdrifts.

“Mum… Dad… I will get this back I promise.”

But for now I am only coming…