Nathan’s P.O.V

I had been standing with a glass in my hand, laughing with a couple of guests about the way the kids tried to reach for the giant sunflowers, when I heard that faint, muffled cry that didn’t belong in the middle of cheerful chatter. My chest tightened immediately. I didn’t even think twice. The glass slipped from my hand onto the table, and I rushed back inside the house, my heart already hammering before I even saw what was wrong.

“Sophia!” I shouted the ...