As he closed the front door and slipped off his shoes, he couldn’t help but feel there was something off about the house. You’d always gotten home before he did, and he could usually find you in the living room or in the loft, but he couldn’t see you anywhere.

Finally, he walked into your room and his eyes widened to find you in your bed, clearly upset as you muffled your cries.

He crouched down to your level, a wave of worry washing over him as he ran his hand through your hair. “Kid…”