Nathaniel's father, Matthew, stood in his living room, staring blankly at the wall. His wife was crying on the sofa, but he couldn't bring himself to join her.
It wasn't like him, and besides, he could feel nothing but numbness in that moment.
His son had vanished during the city attack. The search teams found nothing. No trace, no body, no answers. The men assumed the thaids killed him, but Matthew refused to accept he was dead. Nathaniel was skilled and meticulous. How could monsters catch him off guard?
However, his men were sure he died and that the Thaids devoured him. That was likely to explain why there was no body around.
The question, though, lingered. Why was he out of the shelter?
Tears ran down Matthew's face at that point. It was like something unlocked inside of him. He couldn't stop it.
The last time he'd seen Nathaniel, they'd fought about something meaningless. He couldn't even remember what it was.
