(Zyair)
As a father, there was nothing more painful than to have your child taken from you.
The unbearable pain…
That gnawing, unfathomable restlessness of the heart…
The uncertainty of what was to come…
The flashing of your child's face in front of your eyes…
And the worst of all, breaking the news to the other loved ones.
That's all I was dealing with while I walked towards our room.
I left Zaylen in charge of preparing for our journey to Angel City because he was more level-headed in this scenario than I could have been.
Opening the door, I entered our bedroom and found Skyla fast asleep. Her red head poked out of the quilt.
I hated myself for being the harbinger of this news, but Arata was our daughter, and Skyla needed to know that she was taken.
Our worst nightmare had turned into reality. That's exactly why I was so against letting her stay away in another city.
Marica City on that. The place always threw its worst towards us.
