HENRY POV
The chair beneath me was cold and unforgiving, but I barely felt it. My head rested against the wall, my legs stretched out in front of me, and I stared at the ugly fluorescent light flickering above. My hands hung limp at my sides, useless.
Dax was pacing back and forth in front of me like a caged wolf, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. Every few steps, he’d glance toward the doors, his jaw tightening as if sheer willpower could make Vanessa or Dad materialize.
I just sat there, frozen in my own mind, replaying every second that had led us here.
I shouldn’t have left him.
I shouldn’t have let my rage get the best of me.
If I’d been with him—if I’d been there when Maria needed us—I could’ve stopped it. I could’ve blocked that guy. I could’ve avoided *everyt
