Cole’s POV

It starts with a sound I will never forget for the rest of my life. Not a scream, not at first, but a sharp, broken gasp, the kind that tears itself out of a child’s chest when fear arrives faster than words, when panic floods the body before the mind can understand what is happening. I am in the living room with Elena, the baby finally asleep in her bassinet after what felt like an endless afternoon, when Daniella comes running down the hallway, her face pale, her eyes too wide, ...