Cathy POV
The moment the door slammed shut, taking Tyrell with it, I felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to stay standing, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
He was gone.
They took him, and I had just stood there, watching. Helpless.
Nate exhaled sharply beside me. I turned to look at him, searching his face for answers, for some kind of reassurance that this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But his expression was tight with worry, his jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack.
“This is bad,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “This is really bad.”
“No s**t, Nate!” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. My head was spinning, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it might break my ribs. “What the hell
