Mishele’s POV
I suddenly realized something was missing.
The bracelet.
The one Kody had given me—the one with the tiny pendant he’d picked out just for me. My wrist felt bare, colder somehow without it, and I blinked rapidly, trying to retrace my steps. Had I taken it off in the hospital room? During the move? When I was cleaning? I didn’t remember.
Panic tickled the back of my throat.
Just as my mind started spiraling, Hunter’s voice broke the tension—muffled, dramatic, and oddly hopeful from the hallway.
“I’m hearing breathing in here. Gods, please let it be them and put me out of my misery for once.”
The door creaked open, and Hunter appeared like a man on a mission. His eyes locked on me and Janice, still curled on the nursery floor.
He practically sprinted to Janice, kneeling
