Maria's Point of View
I froze, my breath caught in my throat. They were coming for Floyd. My insides screamed at me to do something, to be in motion, but my body seemed rooted and immobile, weighed down by the weight of those words.
Kairo's face went cold, his hands clenched into fists as he turned to face Fredrick. "Where are they coming from? How much time do we have?"
Fredrick gazed down at his phone, shaking fingers. "They're tracking his daycare. I don't know how long we have, but it isn't much.".
"They know where Floyd is?" My voice barely above a whisper, fear seeping into every crevice of my body. My knees felt weak and I pressed against the kitchen counter to not collapse. I couldn't let them take him. I *wouldn't* let them take him.
And I could see it in Kairo's eyes too, e
