Wolfe's POV.

What the actual fuck was going on?

Were these really her parents or did we stumble into the wrong house?

Makenna stood up, her chair scraping against the polished wood floor, signaling her intention to leave. Her eyes were wide, brimming with unshed tears. I reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her from leaving.

“Hey,” I whispered, pulling her closer. “Stay. We're in this together, remember? I'm here with you, baby.”

My jaw changed ...