Chapter 89
The world didn’t just slow—it broke apart into sharp, breathless snapshots.
Rylee’s heart seized. Time didn’t crawl; it shattered around her. She saw Aurora’s tiny body arc against the bruised purple sky, a small silhouette in a soaked onesie, pale feet kicking helplessly through the salt-stung air. The scream tore up Rylee’s throat but never escaped, trapped by the raw, paralyzing terror of watching her one-year-old be hurled into open space.
Wyatt had thrown her. He had actually thrown their heart over the black water.
"RYLEE!" Wyatt’s roar acted like a physical slap, breaking her trance just as Aurora reached the apex of her flight.
Kalleigh didn’t panic. She surged forward, steady and constant, taking control where Rylee’s fear threatened to break her.
Rylee, catch our
