Bryer had walked in just as they were talking about Adelyn.
His expression was as serious as ever, but there was a faint hesitation flickering in his gaze.
Charlotte was already on edge, and when he didn't answer her immediately, her patience snapped.
Rising to her feet, she walked toward him and met him halfway. Grabbing his arm, she asked urgently —almost desperately.
"Bryer, tell me —what do you mean? Did you find something?"
Even Liam looked at him, his gaze deep and intent, silently demanding an answer.
Bryer didn't look at him.
Instead, he kept his eyes on their mother and said, "I didn't. But assuming she's gone —don't you think that's extreme?"
"Bryer, do you even hear yourself?" Liam shot back. "We never assumed —"
Bryer's fingers clenched, his jaws tightening. He didn't let Liam finish his words.
