I squeeze his hand.
There’s nothing on the line for a few seconds. Just harsh breathing. Quiet sobs. Fury so thick it clogs the air.
“I’m going to kill them,” Dad says finally. “I don’t care if it takes the rest of my damn life.”
“Start by finding out who’s funding it,” Mum says through gritted teeth. “We’ll handle the backend. Mark’s guards will be there within the hour. You stay inside until then. Don’t do anything stupid between now and then.”
“Already locked down,” Caden confirms, glancing at the balcony doors and pulling me closer.
“You two need rest,” Mum adds, though her voice cracks on the word. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but you’re safe. We’ll take care of this.”
“We always do,” Dad mutters, but I hear the same doubt I feel. This isn’t like the others. This isn’t the u
