Zeke's POV
As I held Kamille in my arms, her tears soaking into my shirt, a wave of anguish washed over me. The sight of her, broken and vulnerable, tugged at my heartstrings.
I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that engulfed me, knowing that I couldn't take away her pain, couldn't mend her broken heart.
I had watched as Kamille rushed out of the restaurant, her tears flowing freely. Seeing her in such distress had stirred up a torrent of emotions within me.
Arriving at her home, I helped Kamille out of the car, my heart aching at the sight of her tear-stained face and trembling hands.
I had tried to maintain calm when I saw Royer's bloodied face. I have seen men bathed in blood, but none was as gruesome and painful as seeing a little boy in his own blood.
Kamille's litt
