As soon as Beau and Cole were separated, I slipped back inside the house, seeking refuge from the escalating tension. I moved through the living room, my heart racing, until I reached the car seat. With a gentle yet determined motion, I scooped Owen up and carried him to my bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind us.
I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes lingering on my back, their curious glances a stark reminder of the family drama swirling outside that I desperately wanted to escape. My mind was consumed with worry, racing with thoughts of Elijah—wondering if they would find him and whether he would be brought back home safely.
I settled onto my bed, staring vacantly out the window at the muted colors of the evening sky, lost in a haze of anxiety, when Spencer quietly entered m
