Devon’s POV
“Why are you drinking this early? You haven’t even taken anything for breakfast.”
Daemon sat in front of Devon on the floor setting aside the empty bottles to avoid any untoward incident. She sat there, eyes swollen from crying, without any sense of the world.
“I don’t want to eat. How can I eat knowing that Emily is still missing?”
Her tears which she thought had run dry started falling again. Daemon felt useless seeing her in this state. He instructed all of his private army to search throughout the country for her baby but until now, there’s still no new lead. It’s been a week and he’s afraid that it’s taking a toll on Devon’s mental health more than he realized.
“Dev, now is not the time to be hopeless. We will find Emily. We’ll make our family complete,” he promised
