Hailee's POV
For the past two days, I had been watching my plan carefully, turning it over and over in my head. It was risky, maybe even reckless, but it was for the best. For him. For me. For the boys. I knew Frederick too well. If I told him I was leaving, he would never allow it. Even now, after everything that happened in the kitchen, even with the way he'd barely spoken to me except through the boys, I knew the truth: the moment I mentioned leaving, he would fight me. He would shut it down. He'd lock the gates if he had to. So I decided not to tell him. No goodbyes. No explanations. Nothing. Just silence. And then I'd be gone.
