Chapter 40

Aaron Lincoln

“Henry, where are you?” The words left my mouth, my heart already bleeding. But then, the earlier voice surged from concern, I realized I was just emotionally carried away, and I felt sorry.

“Oh, Celine, ahh,” it was Evelyn who was in the house. But why didn't I recognize her voice when I was outside? My thoughts were numb, and my reasoning was cool, like an iceberg.

“Are you alright? Where did they take you? I hope they didn’t harm you. How did you get back?” Her numerous questions of concern only befuddled my mind and made it more delicate. She had already grasped my wrist and, with her other arm, touched me everywhere, ensuring I was healthy. My expressions quivered with intense emotion.

I turned my gaze to my bed only to see Henry sleeping peacefully with his thumb in his mouth. “Jess,” I gasped, clutching my palms to my chest as a surge of relief enveloped my being. I couldn't wave off the excitement in my heart at the sight of my precious jewel once again. I hurled