Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Two
The apartment became completely silent after Chase finally went to sleep. The happy, excited little boy who had been jumping up and down on the rug a few hours ago was now tucked safely beneath his heavy blankets, dreaming about ice rinks and hockey goals. But the air in the rest of the apartment did not feel happy at all. It felt thick, heavy, and incredibly hard to breathe.
Khalid sat on the edge of the plush leather sofa in the living room, his massive frame completely still. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped tightly together, staring blankly at the dark television screen. He wasn't yelling anymore. He wasn't pacing back and forth with that wild, explosive energy that usually filled a room when he was angry. That made it s
