**Ethan's POV
Finding Rosalie was like chasing a moving target. Every time I felt I was close to her and the baby, she would change locations, and then it felt like she had slipped through my fingers again, and I would have to trail her and move again.
However, this time, I felt like I was finally getting close enough to her that I was going to catch up to her.
She couldn't feel me the way I could feel her, the way I could feel my baby, anyway.
We arrived in the village of Rustic early one morning after a long night of traveling. I felt that the baby was nearby. His presence was so strong, I could physically feel the tug of my child on me, and I was eager to have a look around to see if I could put all of this behind us once and for all.
Visions of a happy reunion danced before my ey
