Chapter Twenty Five
First Person’s Perspective
Reed’s POV
I was pacing.
Back and forth. Back and forth. My feet couldn’t stay still, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The hallway was too quiet, too cold, too bright. The smell of medicine and antiseptic burned my nose, and the ticking clock on the wall felt like it was ticking inside my head.
I had never felt fear like this.
I kept hearing Serena’s voice. Her cries. The sound of her pain. The moment I saw the baby… so tiny, so quiet… I didn’t even know how I was still standing.
I stopped walking for a second and stared at the closed door.
Then started pacing again.
“Come on,” I whispered. “Please, please…”
I didn’t know who I was talking to. God? The Moon? I didn’t care. Just someone. Anyone. Save them.
Just then, the door open
