Amber stared at the picture on her phone. It was one of her favorites—a smiling photo of her and Noah, their heads pressed together like true siblings. Her chest ached as she looked at it, wishing she knew where he was.
“Amber, love,” Croxx called gently, his voice pulling her out of her thoughts. She turned and saw her husband standing nearby. “Let’s go home? Jaxson’s waiting for us,” he added.
Amber let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. She glanced back at the photo one more time before locking her phone.
“What was Noah thinking?” she whispered, her voice trembling with worry.
Croxx walked over and sat beside her. His warm hand moved to her back, slowly caressing in comfort.
“I’m sure he just doesn’t want you to get involved,” he said softly. “He’s afraid you might get hur
