Quinn’s POV
Quinn. Go check on Julia. Now.
I wasn’t sleeping, of course. Knowing that Marie and Cooper would be arriving in Miami tonight, I stayed up, pacing our bedroom back and forth.
Why? I ask Dean, though I’m already beelining for Julia’s room. What happened?
I’ll explain in a minute. Is she there? Is she safe?
I thrust open the door to my daughter’s room, heart pounding. It’s ridiculous for me to worry, of course. She’s going to be there. No one would dare take my daughter right out from under my nose. I would have heard them.
She isn’t there.
My hand flies to my mouth, and the tears spring to my eyes so fast, I’m blinded by them.
I hear the front door to the house open, but I can’t bring myself to turn around.
“Quinn?” Dean shouts, sprinting over to me. “Tell me she’s ther
