Ninety six

Kamille's POV

I stirred awake feeling better than the day before, but something felt off. My eyes were heavy, probably because I had slept for so long. I forced them open and sat up in bed, taking in my surroundings.

Zeke's penthouse.

Then, the memories of yesterday came flooding back. My kids were in danger, kidnapped, and I didn’t know where they were. How could I have slept so comfortably all through the night?

Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I blinked them away. I had to be strong enough for them. If I was going to find them, then I would need all the composure I could muster up.

I hurried into the bathroom, desperate to wash away the fear and guilt clinging to me. The hot water cascaded over me, but it did little to soothe my anxiety.

After drying off, I slipped into a light shirt and shorts that Zeke had provided. He was always making available things in time of need and I could not help but begin to feel comfortable with it.

I stepped out of the closet and back into th