NICHOLAS’S POV
The kind of silence that has invaded this home since the kids went missing has been unbearable.
Ava and I have been living in it for days now, it makes your skin itch and slows your heart beat, stretches time and crushes hope.
My children were still gone.
Despite the all round investigations, the security cameras, the private detectives I hired from three different countries, there were no solid leads—only theories.
Each one even more ridiculous than the previous that I was beginning to wonder if they were ever real to begin with, or if someone were deliberately trying to break me.
Still, I remained strong and guarded. Not even Ava could penetrate it.
She tried, with those tear-soaked eyes and that trembling voice, but I couldn’t afford to break.
Not yet, not wh
