Robert climbed the stairs. Slow. Heavy. Exhausted.

Hours of phone calls. Police. FBI. Private investigators. Everyone promising. Everyone searching. Everyone finding nothing.

The kids. Still missing. Still gone. Still somewhere. Suffering. Scared. Lost.

And Emma. Upstairs. Alone. Broken. Needing comfort he couldn't give. Needing hope he didn't have. Needing her children back.

He reached her door. Yara's room. Where she'd been. Where ...