Celeste POV

The worst kind of silence isn’t the one that fills a room.

It’s the one that fills your conscience.

The airport was chaos disguised as order.

Travelers hustled past with rolling suitcases and tired expressions, but all I could see was the black SUV barreling past the terminal windows.

“No… no, no, no,” I whispered, my hands shaking as I gripped my phone. Daphne’s child.

He was gone. A boy that was standing very close to his mum. I knew it was Charles’ men.

I wrapped my ...