CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Alessio's POV

My chest feels like it's caving in, like someone's punched through my ribs and yanked out my heart. I'm standing in the middle of this noisy Canadian mall, shoppers bumping past me with their bags and kids, but all I see is Ivy's face-those hazel eyes blazing with fear and rage before she grabbed the twins and ran. Michael and Mia. My kids. Their names are seared into my head from the split second I heard her call them. They're mine-I saw it in their dark ...