“Dad… My Little Sister Won’t Wake Up. We Haven’t Eaten In Three Days,” A Little Boy Whispered — His Father Rushed Over To Take Them To The Hospital, Only To Discover The Truth About Where Their Mother Had Been

The room disappeared around Rowan.

The spreadsheets on the screen, the coworkers at the table, the numbers they’d been discussing only seconds earlier—none of it mattered anymore. His chair scraped violently backward as he grabbed his keys and phone and rushed for the elevator.

He called Delaney immediately.

Voicemail.

He called again.