Chapter 92: The Window
Author: Nightingale
last update2026-07-29 23:49:52

Nathan's POV:

My sister. She is already gone, Daniel had said, and I stood there gripping the phone tight enough that my knuckles had gone white without me noticing.

"Daniel," I said. "Listen to me carefully. Stay exactly where you are. Do nothing else right now."

~.~

"Nathan, I do not know what you want me to say," he said. His voice was ragged, nothing left of the careful control he usually carried. "I have spent eight months protecting her by doing exactly what they told me, and now that is
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