Stephanie’s POV

The moment I stepped into the twins’ room, something inside me cracked. The feeling was sharp, cold and violent.

I didn’t need a second glance as the silence already told me everything just as the emptiness of the left side of the bed.

Davies’ son was gone.

My throat closed instantly, I didn’t scream not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t.

My hands trembled as I moved closer to the small, rumpled blanket that was still warm with his fading heat.

He had been here moments ago. Whoever took him didn’t take their time and knew exactly what they were after.

I forced air into...