Mag-log in“I want him found,” I say immediately.“I’ve got Blaze working on it. We’re waiting on tracking information.”As if on cue, his phone pings. He glances at it and then looks back at me. “That’s him.”“Where?” Gunner asks.The address is quickly entered into the GPS, and Jack adjusts course without he
NOAH.I can’t sit still, no matter how hard I try.For the past hour, maybe more, I’ve lost track of time. I’ve been in dad’s office, alternating between sitting, standing, and pacing, only to repeat the same cycle again seconds later because staying still feels like I’m suffocating.The silence in
“Here,” she says softly, holding it where Sierra can see. “This is her.”Sierra’s eyes settle on the screen, and for the first time since she woke up, she truly focuses. For a second there I think I see tears forming in her eyes, but it’s gone the moment she blinks.Aunt Ivy begins to speak, her voi
LILLY.Sierra lies on the bed, so still that I have to keep checking the monitors to make sure she’s still with us. The machines are back in place, the wires reattached, everything functioning the way it should but none of it feels right. Nothing about this feels right.Aunt Ivy and I have been here
“What are we going to do?” she whispers, her voice breaking. “As long as the baby is missing… Sierra won’t survive this. She won’t.”Lilly moves closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, but she doesn’t say anything. There’s nothing to say.“We are doing everything we can,” the older officer as
NOAH.The room is quiet again. Not the kind of quiet that brings relief, but the kind that settles after something has been torn apart.Machines lie overturned, wires hanging loose, equipment scattered across the floor like debris after a storm. The air still feels charged, like Sierra’s screams are
Anonymous.The room is quiet except for the faint tick of the clock on the wall. I lean back in my chair, stretching my legs out, while the two people across from me shift impatiently.“You’re taking too long,” she mutters in frustration. “We’ve been planning this for years, yet you’re sitting here
NoahThe bar feels empty the moment they step out, leaving the stale hum of conversation and the clink of glasses behind.Gunner leans against the bar. “What was that, Noah? You were an asshole.”“I wasn’t,” I reply coolly. “I was being honest.”“That wasn’t honesty… that was a tactical aim to cause
Noah.The door slams in my face, the sound sharp and final, ricocheting through the quiet night like a gunshot. For a moment I just stand there, outside her porch, staring at the door while my brain tries to catch up with what just happened.My chest heaves, and my breath clouds in the cool air as t
Before I can respond, Lilly moves like lightning, swinging her fist in a perfect arc. Her knuckles connect with his stomach. Not hard enough to injure, but enough to knock the wind out of him. Noah staggers back, a rare flash of shock in his eyes.“What the fuck, Lilly!” Noah snaps. “I’m your cousin







