She covers herself, and I take her hand. “Come on. I wanna see him.” I know he’s asleep, but it’s been a week. But she digs in her heels, stopping us. “He’s, um…” I look at her, my nerves instantly firing. “What?” “He’s, um…” She swallows. “Not here.” Excuse me? “He’s not here?” I repeat. “He’s twelve months old, Winter. Where is he?” She shifts on her feet. “Rika wanted him for the night.” “Rika…” I say. “And she took him to Meridian City?” Winter turns her head away, telling me all I need to know. I nod and grab her hand, leading her back to the house. “Of course not.”
