Ryan’s car screeched to a halt outside Rocky’s Designs. He barely remembered the drive here, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The moment Emma had told him Serena and Amy were missing, a deep, primal fear had settled in his chest—a fear unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Throwing the car door open, he strode toward the building, his pulse thundering in his ears. His gut told him this wasn’t a ...