Dawn's POV
By the time we pulled into our driveway, Ana was still crying.
Not screaming.
Not throwing a tantrum.
Just those heartbreaking little sobs that made her bottom lip tremble and her tiny shoulders shake.
"Mad," she whimpered from her car seat.
"I know, sweetheart."
"Mad!"
"Baby girl, Mommy understands."
Apparently, that wasn't the answer she wanted.
Evan climbed out of the SUV and glanced toward his sister.
"Mom, she's been saying Maddox's name the entire ride."
"Believe me, sweetheart. I'm aware."
"Can't we just go get him?"
I looked at my son.
Then toward the neighboring house.
Well.
That was certainly an idea.
I hadn't planned on bothering Riot today.
After what happened with Maddox and that babysitter, the man probably had enough on his plate.
But looking
