Emma's P.O.V. (Mason's Mother)
The sun had dipped just beyond the horizon, casting a soft lavender hue across the skies as I sat in the passenger seat beside William. His hands were firm on the wheel, but his knuckles had turned pale. The silence in the car wasn't uncomfortable, but it was weighted with shared worry. Our son—our Mason—was missing. And then found. But not really found at all.
"I still can't believe this is happening," I murmured, looking at the phone once more as if willing it to ring again. "Rachel said he doesn't recognize anyone, Will. Not even Bella."
"I know," he said, voice tight. "And she asked us to bring Noah. That part worries me the most."
I turned slightly to face him. "Do you think she meant something might happen to him? Or that Mason might... I don't know
