Shelly’s POV
I know I did not just hear Henry correctly. I just know I didn’t hear what I think I heard. Please do not tell me he is the reason my son, my baby boy Carter, is missing. How could he do something like this?
Henry is supposed to be one of my best friends, a person I trusted deeply, and he did this to me, to my family. There is absolutely no way I heard him right. It feels like a nightmare I can't wake up from, and I desperately want it to be just that. A nightmare.
That is, until I look him right in the face, and what I see nearly kills me. His eyes, they speak volumes, yet they're filled with guilt and remorse.
They convey what his words can’t, what I refuse to believe: that he is the one who did this. He took my son away from me.
How can eyes that used to be so warm a
