To his astonishment, when Casey beheld him, she shrieked in terror before seeking refuge in Raegan's embrace. It was an inversion of their roles, with Casey assuming the child's fearful stance.

Frowning, Raegan suggested, "Mr. Glyn, perhaps it's best if you step out for now. Your presence seems to unsettle her."

Though reluctant, Davey acquiesced upon witnessing Casey's tremors.

“Raegan, be cooperative, and you'll find no suffering,” Davey urged, his tone a blend of persuasion and menace, a subtle warning of dire consequences should Raegan attempt any tricks.

Raegan, maintaining her composure, offered Casey solace, murmuring soothing words as she gently patted her back, "Mom, it's Raegan..."

Observing Casey's gradual calm, Davey opted to exit the room, leaving them to their reprieve.

Once the door clicked shut, Raegan, having assessed the room earlier this morning, breathed a sigh of relief knowing there were no prying cameras. Perhaps Davey's relocation plans and the urgency of spiriting Casey away had led him to forgo surveillance in this particular space.

"Mom, forgive me for hurting you," Raegan whispered, her voice laden with regret as she gently examined Casey's back, relieved to find only a slight reddening.

Raegan's daring maneuver had been a calculated risk, leveraging Casey's emotional vulnerability to manipulate Davey's concern.

Fortunately, her ploy succeeded, and she breathed a sigh of relief as the deception played out as planned.

Reflecting on the situation, Raegan acknowledged that, had it been her own cries of pain, they would have Likely fallen on deaf ears unless she was on the brink of death.

Casey remained largely unresponsive, though she made no effort to resist Raegan's comforting presence. Her unblinking gaze bore into Raegan's, as if fearing that any lapse would make Raegan disappear.

Tears streaked down Raegan's face as she gently clasped Casey's arm, seeking solace in their shared connection. "Mom..."

Raegan allowed herself a moment of raw emotion, tears flowing freely, before regaining her composure. “Mom, where did you hide that embroidery satin?"

Her inquiry pertained to the embroidery satin that accompanied the gift she had distributed earlier in the wedding, a precious relic now serving as their sole means of reaching out to the outside world.

Containing a transmitter, a mere press of its concealed button would alert Erick to their location.

Since Davey had neglected to investigate the gift after Casey's inadvertent activation of the transmitter, Raegan surmised that he remained unaware of its existence.

The timing of Casey's condition suggested that she had activated it unintentionally, in a moment of subconscious clarity amidst her nonverbal state.

In a moment of clarity, a lingering conscious thought prompted Casey to instinctively touch the embroidery satin.

"Mom, that embroidery satin is crucial for us. Can you please tell me where it is?" Raegan's inquiry was gentle, yet Casey still seemed to struggle to grasp its significance.