Winona couldn’t stay still. She kept pacing back and forth in the living room, her eyes fixed on the garage as she waited for a car to arrive. Three hours had passed since Ares left for the police station, and still, there was no sign of him coming back.

“Jackson has fallen asleep. Avon’s with him,” Nile, Ares’s younger brother, remarked as he walked toward her. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “He’ll be alright.”

Winona forced a tired smile, then turned her gaze ...