Catherine’s POV
Rivulets of tears cascaded down my cheeks as I stared at Liam's side of the twins' shared room.
Trembling with sobs, I reached forward to caress the messy scribbles on his wall and squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to envision Liam in the kidnapper's den.
Although Mr Thomas had advised me against dwelling too much on it, I just couldn't help myself.
My poor baby.
I couldn't help but wonder how he was coping in a strange and scary place.
Liam, who Leo often teased by calling him a scaredy cat.
Liam, who couldn't sleep on his own, without coming to my room.
Liam, who couldn't do without his teddy bear.
The kidnappers were yet to contact us which scared me to no end.
Hell, for the past three days, I had only been chewing ice cubes as food because I couldn't bring my
