Nox opened the door and checked the room one last time. He moved to the bed and pulled a thin blanket up over Noah’s shoulders.
“Are you sure you’re alright here?” he asked, smoothing the blanket. Noah nodded and gave a small, forced smile.
“Try to rest when you can, okay? You’ve been up twenty-four hours,” Nox said. “It’s not good, love.” He heaved a quiet sigh.
“I can’t sleep knowing our child is out there and might be crying,” Noah replied, voice tight. Nox leaned in and brushed a brief kiss against his lips.
“I’ll tell you as soon as we find something, okay? I love you,” Nox said, his voice low and steady.
“I love you,” Noah answered. Nox stood, took one last look, and then left the room.
Noah lay back and stared at the ceiling. He tried to calm his mind, but his thoughts kept go
