A nurse exited moments later, rubbing her temples. She paused when she saw Titan sitting perfectly still like a statue guarding the entrance.
“I swear,” she sighed, half to herself, “that kid hasn’t stopped screaming for twelve hours.”
Marcus gave an apologetic smile. “Sorry, we’ll move.”
But Titan refused. He leaned forward, nose touching the door, releasing a low whine so soft it almost sounded like grief.
Marcus froze.