KAEL'S POV
The scream ripped through our connection before I was even fully conscious. Ashton, caught in the hell of reliving his own kidnapping with the choking fear that only a child knows.
Before its echo had fully died, I was in his room, scooping him into my arms as he writhed and cried. "Shh, I have you. You are safe. It was just a dream."
“They carried me away,” he cried into my chest. “The bad people took me and you were not there.”
“But we’re here for you,” I reminded him softly, rocking a little bit of how I knew soothed him. “Mama and Daddy and Papa and I. We are came and we brought you home. You are safe now."
Two weeks since the abduction and this was now our nightly ritual. One or both of the twins would wake up screaming, and we’d take turns soothing them through the te
