The Kidnap Drama

Zina's POV

After the disaster at the hospital, I needed something to distract me. Picking up Xaden from school seemed like the perfect remedy. My son always had a way of making me laugh, even on the worst of days. Plus, a little mother-son bonding time would hopefully chase away the lingering frustration from my fight with Clara.

The ride to his school was uneventful. The usual chaos of honking cars, impatient drivers, and random street vendors filled the streets. I rolled my eyes at a particularly persistent man trying to sell me windshield wipers. "No, I don't want them," I muttered as I waved him off.

Finally, I pulled into the school parking lot and glanced at the clock. Right on time. The bell had just rung, and children were spilling out of the gates like a mini stampede, their high-pitched voices filling the air. I scanned the crowd, looking for my little bundle of mischief and joy, and that's when I saw it.

My jaw dropped.