The front door collided with the wall as Dylan barreled through the house, calling out for Heaven. He bypassed the sitting area and checked every room on the lower level, but he found nothing. There was one more place to check.
The bedroom on the upper level.
She had to be here. He’d never forgive himself for the way he’d treated her if something happened.
“Dylan, tell me what’s going on.” His mother followed him to the staircase. Her chest heaved. He didn’t know if he should check on her first or continue up the steps.
“I have to find her, Mom. I can’t sense her at all.”
“You just said that you’d been losing your connection with her. Is this what you’re talking about?”
“No. Even with the fluctuations in our connection, I can at least sense her presence. I can’t feel anything.”
“Dyl
