*~Cayden's POV~*
No one answered me.
"Answer me!" I roared, my voice shaking the walls of the house. "What the hell is going on?!"
Still…silence.
I looked around, my chest heaving, vision blurring. My babies were in my arms, their tiny bodies limp and cold, their faces already turning a pale shade of blue from decay. No breath. No pulse… not even warmth
I shook my head slowly, violently, as if denying it hard enough would make it untrue.
"No… No, they're just sleeping," I whispered. "They're just cold… They've been through a lot… they're just tired—"
But even as I said it, I knew I was lying. Their skin had lost that new-baby softness. Their lips were a faded purple. Their fingers had stiffened. These weren't signs of sleep. These were signs of death.
And still… I held them tighter.
I dropped to my knees right there in the foyer, clutching them to my chest as my heart cracked open. "My babies," I gasped. "No, no, no… you're okay. Daddy's here. I'm here."
