Sierra's POV
My heart raced as I stepped forward, darting my eyes around the crowded space. “Where… where…”
My voice trembled. I ran over to my parents, who were having a conversation. “Mum, where's Elvis?” I asked, barely keeping it in control.
“He-” she raised her head, pointing in a direction, but then she paused, rising when she found Elvis was not there.
“I'll find him,” Jackson said, running off.
“You can't even care for your own child. What's the use of you?!”
It returned. Vance's scolding. His words that hurt in ways I could never explain. “What exactly can you do right?!”
I shook my head, tears escaping my eyes. “Elvis!” I called out, my voice hoarse.
“Calm down, Sierra. We'll find him,” Dad consoled.
I nodded, but I was losing my mind. Where could he have gone? I should
