But my grip on the phone tightened.
Isabella was gone. Ryle was gone. And for the first time, I did not know if they would ever come back.
Still, one thought stayed sharp in my mind.
I would find them.
No matter where they ran.
…
Roxanne crashed into my chest the moment I stepped back into the hospital room.
She was shaking hard, crying like the world had ended. Her fists clutched my coat, knuckles white. I wrapped my arms around her and held her steady, one hand rubbing her back, slow and firm. That was what I did. I kept things from falling apart.
But my head was somewhere else.
She looked up at me, eyes red, lashes wet. “David… you’re distracted. Are you thinking about them?”
I felt her body tense. “You still haven’t found my sister and Ryle, have you? Are they… alive?”
My jaw locked. I hated questions I could not answer.
“No updates yet,” I said. “My people are still searching.”
Her face folded instantly. Tears spilled faster. “This is my fault,” she whispered. “If I wasn’t there, Isabella wouldn’t have jumped. She wouldn’t have done something so extreme.”
I tightened my hold on her. “Stop blaming yourself,” I said low. “We already lost the twins. That’s enough pain for one body to carry.”