Lily's Point of view

The smell of blood was still present in the packhouse.

No amount of bleach could undo what had transpired here, even though it had been well cleaned—Marcus's team worked quickly. I could still hear the screams and see the victims all over the floor, even though the walls had been fixed and the damaged furniture had been restored.

Above all, I was still able to see Aiden's face. He hadn't shed a tear. He hadn't let out a cry. However, as he took Marcus's blood-stained hand, his tiny palms trembled, and that broke something inside of me.

I couldn't allow this to occur once again without...