LOGINHey Loves❤️, I was thinking of Changing Blackie's name. For some reason I'm just not feeling it. Let me know if you'd like me to change it or not... And if so, give suggestions. Ps; She's a pure black cat. Take care and stay safe. Bye🥰.
“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
I stay frozen in place, my body refusing to move, my mind caught somewhere between the Director’s call and the flood of memories I just unleashed.Closing my eyes, I draw in a long breath, then another, repeating the action until it anchors me to the present.There’s nothing to be afraid of, I tell
—Chloe.”“Dear Sierra,I was surprised when you finally called, even though you went back to ignoring my calls and texts. Thank you for the congratulations. I named the twins Nova and Nolan. I know you once dreamed of giving those names to your children with Noah, but since that will never happen, I
“It’s okay, Dad. We know it’s too painful for you,” Nolan adds, his voice steady but soft in that way that always knocks the wind out of me. “That’s why we’ll talk to Aunt Sierra about Mom. She told us we can.”Nova nods enthusiastically, her curls bouncing. “She told us stories about Mommy when the
Sierra.I woke up today feeling drained as fuck. I normally wouldn’t mind some alone time, but today the silence feels too heavy. It presses on me like a weight I can’t shake no matter what I do.I should be resting; I should be grateful for a few days away from work, but all it does is leave me alo







