Daphne’s POV

The scream cut through the night like a blade.

Christian’s scream.

I shot up in bed, my heart pounding so hard it drowned out every sound but his cries.

My feet barely touched the floor as I tore down the hall.

“Mommy!”

I flung open his door.

He thrashed in the sheets, small fists punching at the air, tears streaming down his face.

His cries weren’t soft whimpers, these were raw, desperate, terrified screams that clawed at my chest.

I rushed to him, gathering him into my ...