Chapter 392

• He walked forward, reaching for the light, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t catch it.
• “I want Zayla Steele. I want her. I still haven’t taken her to see the snow this winter. I have to go back and braid her hair, give her the scarf I just knitted. Do you know where she went?” Joaquin Latham’s eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly grabbed the old butler’s hand, frantic.
• “Can you tell me where Zay went? I need to find her. She doesn’t want me anymore. I can’t find her…”