*MICEALA*

My ears started ringing the moment the nanny’s words sank into my head.

“Bryan is not in his room!”

I don’t know who screamed first, Barrett or me, but the next thing I knew, my heart dropped straight to my feet. My legs felt weak, my hands were visibly cold, and my chest tightened so painfully I could barely breathe.

I almost fell, thanks to the grip on the door that held me.

"My child, my son is gone?" I repeated, breathing in and out like I could collapse any ...