LOGINFor a moment I’m stunned not expecting him to ask that.“I heard Grandpa and Grandma talking. They said that Aunt Brook pushed Aunt Sierra down the stairs because she didn’t want her to have your baby” he answers my silent question.When I don’t say anything, he continues, “Besides, when both Aunt B
I don’t wait. I pull out my phone again and scroll to a number, before I press call.It rings twice before it’s picked up.“Noah,” the voice on the other end says, calm and steady.“Uncle Reaper,” I reply. “I need your help.”There’s a brief silence, and I can almost picture him on the other end, al
It’s been two days and still nothing. No lead. No evidence. Absolutely nothing that could tell me where Brook is or where she took my daughter.My daughter has now been missing for about a week and having no answers is driving me fucking insane. I can’t breathe. I can’t relax. I can’t sleep. Can’t e
“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
Everything inside me freezes. For a moment, it’s like the world just stops. My lungs forget how to work. The room fades. Fuck. I shouldn’t be affected. That news shouldn’t be hitting me like a damn truck, but it does. It’s like someone’s taken a blade to my chest and twisted it, shredding whatever’
Uncle Gabe nods slowly, his usual gruffness giving way to something gentler. “You blink, and they’re adults. Responsible ones, too.” He clears his throat. “Though one of them still has a knack for causing heart attacks every once in a while.”Dad chuckles, but Uncle Gabe turns his piercing grey gaze
When the timer on the oven beeps, Nova squeals, dropping her rag. “They’re ready!”She rushes to the oven, standing on her toes. I pull out the tray carefully, the scent of sugar and vanilla filling the air.“They look perfect,” I tell her, setting them down.Nolan immediately reaches for one, but I
Sierra.I wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. Every muscle in my body aches in protest the moment I move. I know I needed the distraction yesterday; that’s why I cleaned, but damn, I’m regretting that decision now. I should’ve just spent the day lazing around, maybe napping or finally cat







