Caleb pov
Before I could respond, the baby monitor on the counter crackled to life. Tom's small, tearful face appeared on the screen, his penguin pressed tight against his chest.
I had set up the monitors the first week he was brought to the penthouse— one in his room pointed at the crib, one in the hallway outside his door, one in each living room, down to my bedroom, always within reach no matter what room we were in. It had felt like overkill back then. Now I was grateful for every single camera.
"Buddy, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I had a nightmare," Tom said, his voice shaking. "The bad lady came back and took me away from you and Mommy."
"Oh baby." Bella's voice broke. "That's not going to happen. We're right here."
"But where are you?" Tom looked around his dark room. "I went to
