James stood frozen in the doorway, watching her sob with the results still clenched in her hand. “Kiara…” he said, voice cracking. But she couldn’t stop shaking. “They had him. They had him and they never said a word.” Her voice broke open. “They stole our child, James.”
He tried to calm her. But Kiara had waited too long, mourned too hard, and hurt too deeply to consider mercy. “I want answers,” she whispered. “I want our son back. And I want them to feel what I felt.”