Jaxon

I burst through the front door, Scarlett in my arms. Her body is limp, barely holding onto consciousness, her breath shallow, skin pale as paper. My heart’s racing, but I don’t have time to think about that now. I need to get her inside, fast.

“Mom!” I shout, panic lacing my voice. “Mom! Where the hell are you?”

She comes rushing out of the kitchen, her face turning white when she sees us.

“Jaxon, what the hell happened?!” she asks, rushing over, her hands flying to ...