SLOANE
I couldn't stop shaking. My whole body was trembling like I'd been dunked in ice water, and no matter how hard I tried to steady my hands, they just kept shaking. Cade was crying in my arms, these horrible, broken sobs that made my heart feel like it was being ripped out of my chest.
"Baby, it's okay," I whispered, carrying him toward his room. "Everything's okay. Mommy's sorry. I'm so sorry."
"No!" He pushed against me, his little hands shoving at my shoulders. "You hurt him! You hurt the man with my mark!"
"Cade, please—"
"It hurts, Mommy!" His voice cracked, and fresh tears streamed down his face. "My chest hurts! Why did you hurt him? Why?"
I set him down in the hallway, kneeling in front of him so we were eye level. "Baby, listen to me. That man…he's not, I can't explain
