Sophia’s P.O.V

The sound of tires screeching outside jolted me from the half-hearted trance I’d been in for the last hour, curled up on the couch with the TV murmuring something I wasn’t really watching. My hands were still slightly damp from giving the kids their bath earlier, and their giggles from down the hall were a gentle comfort, a lull between the storms that had come and gone over the past few days.

Three days. Three full nights. And not a single sign of Tristan. ...