Dominic POV
I heard a sound downstairs—a weird noise, muffled at first, but the closer I got to the stairs, the more it became clear. Crying. Sharp, high-pitched, constant. My body tensed automatically, instincts kicking in. I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but I didn’t waste time thinking—I just bolted.
My socks slid a little on the stairs as I took them two at a time, my heart hammering. The crying got louder the closer I got to the bottom, and I braced myself for some kind of disaster. I hit the last step, rounded the corner into the kitchen, and froze.
Kennedy was in the middle of the kitchen holding—what looked like—a baby? She was bouncing it on her hip, her hair pulled into a messy bun, face flushed and eyes slightly wild. Marty stood a few feet away watching like this w
