Faith
My heart hammered wildly against my broken ribs as I stared at the glowing monitor. The red target drawn over six-year-old Noah’s face felt like a nightmare made real.
"Faith, you shouldn't be in here," Nicholas said, his deep voice unnaturally tight as he stepped in front of the screen, trying to block my view.
"Who is that, Nicholas?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a mixture of terror and rising outrage. "Who took that picture of us today?"
Nicholas closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, letting out a long, heavy breath. When he opened them, the icy, unyielding CEO persona was completely gone. In its place was a father pushed to the absolute brink of panic.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it out so I could see the screen.
I read the text m
