Blanche's POV
I pressed my back against the wall, every ounce of energy drained from my body, my heart hammering wildly in my chest.
Carry's sobs echoed from inside the room—raw, devastating sounds that clawed at my nerves with each desperate cry.
She was my daughter, my own blood.
Each broken wail felt like a knife twisting in my chest.
Zain moved toward me, reaching out, but I slapped his hand away before he could make contact.
"Don't you dare touch me!" I snapped, my eyes blazing with fury and pain as I stared up at him.
He studied my face for a moment, then let his hand drop without a word.
Behind the door, Carry's crying intensified, each sob more desperate than the last—and with every sound, I felt something inside me shatter a little more.
I could see Zain felt it too. Despite his stone-faced expression, his worry was palpable. The truth was, I could tell he was terrified. This was his only child, and I knew he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to her.
