Chapter 73

Casey's POV

The silence of my room was a cage, but it was a familiar one. I’d been sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, replaying every look, every word from the past few days.

The way Addison had clung to Derek the moment we returned, from the first search for my children.The way Derek didn’t even glance my way, or see anything wrong with it.

My chest ached with a dull, persistent throb. I was so lost in my own misery that at first, I didn’t hear it.

A whimper, then a sharp, gasping sob, I frowned, tilting my head toward my door....