{Rylee’s P.O.V.}
After that surge of white light hit us, I quickly shielded my eyes with my arm. I felt Wyatt embrace me, pulling me into his chest. Suddenly, I was inundated with an overwhelming sense of loneliness and realized that I was no longer in Wyatt’s arms. I frantically searched around, only to confirm that I was, indeed, by myself.
“Wyatt!?” I called out to him but heard nothing. “Wyatt!?!” I called out louder. The silence was deafening. Just as my distress was approaching full-blown panic, I finally noticed I was inside a room of some sort, and it looked oddly familiar. “Where am I?” I asked out loud. I was about to cry out for Wyatt again when I was distracted by the sound of a child’s laughter outside of the door. It wasn’t Sam because it so
