Isabelle’s POV
The sound of shattering glass ripped through the house like a gunshot.
“Nathan!” My heart seized, and without thinking, I bolted toward the kitchen.
Damion was right behind me, his voice sharp. “Stay behind me, Isabelle!”
I didn’t listen. All I could think about was my son—my baby.
The kitchen window was broken, shards of glass glittering across the floor, but it was the open back door that made my blood run cold. The wind howled through it, carrying the sound of tires screeching in the distance.
He was gone.
Nathan.
I stumbled forward, my breath catching painfully in my chest. “Nathan! Nathan, where are you?!”
Silence.
The kind of silence that leaves a void, the kind that makes you realize something precious has been stolen from you.
Damion’s hands caught my shou
