Stella's hand felt warm and reassuring in Bryce's small one as they walked towards the garage. The familiar scent of oil and gasoline filled his nose, but the usual excitement was muted.

Theo held open the car door, but Bryce didn't move. A knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. ‘Where was Daddy?’

Theo's voice, though kind, sounded a little impatient. "What are you waiting for, young man?"

Bryce's eyes darted around the nearly empty parking lot, searching for the familiar glint of his ...