Chapter 86

“Sloane. Take Enzo. Go to the playroom. Lock the door.”

I can’t move.

He turns his head—just his head—and nods in my direction.

“Now.”

My legs obey before my brain does.

I scoop Enzo off the counter, my hands shaking so badly I nearly drop him.

He whines softly, a tiny, confused sound that rips through my chest.

His little arms cling to me instinctively, and I feel the weight of his trust—a fragil