Kade's POV
Marcia's words were a brutal gut punch, leaving my head ringing in a dizzying blankness.
Marcia and I go way back. I know her deeply—she never dramatizes, she sticks to the cold, hard facts, and sometimes even understates utter agony.
Like when I pulled her from the charred ruin of the orphanage. Her legs were covered in wounds, hissing from the burns. Her hands were shredded and bloody from the jagged glass and debris, yet she just told me, with terrifying calmness, that it was nothing.
So, for Marcia to state with such certainty right now that Nora was missing, she had to be one hundred percent sure.
I gripped the doorframe, my knuckles white, close to splintering the wood. The wave of vertigo passed, but even as my feet touched the floor, it felt like walking on shifting
