DAMON
A migraine hit me like a sledgehammer to the back of my brain the moment those words registered. Sharp, blinding pain that made my vision blur at the edges. I pressed my free hand against my temple, trying to push back the agony threatening to split my skull open.
Of course. Because today wasn't terrible enough already.
Before I could even process what York meant, before I could demand answers, I heard small footsteps running across the patio. Fast, desperate, accompanied by broken sobs that made my heart clench painfully.
"Uncle Damon!" Cade's voice cracked with tears, high-pitched with fear that no five-year-old should ever feel. "I need my Mama! I can't find her anywhere!"
I turned to see him stumbling toward me in his pajamas, "I can't find Rika either!" He crashed into my l
