DYLAN'S POV
I keep on pacing back and forth at the front porch, waiting for James and the men he gathers to search for my kids while Cai sits on the couch, nibbling at her thumb as she anxiously waits for James as well.
This is very unusual for Bayron and Lia. They never fail to tell us regarding their whereabouts and if they are going to be late. Most of all, they've never ignored my calls, and in case they missed it, they will immediately call me back once they see my name on their missed calls list. This implies that something wrong is going on, and I'm having a bad feeling about it.
I refrain from moving and look at my wife. Our eyes meet, and I can see fear gleaming in her eyes. If I feel uneasy, what more is the maternal instinct? Nothing beats the accuracy of the moth
