My head was still buried in Jaxon’s chest when everything started spinning again. The room was already beginning to feel too small, the walls too close, and my heart was beating so fast it hurt. I couldn’t breathe properly. My fingers kept shaking, and even though he was holding me, I felt like I was falling through something dark.
Someone had taken my son. My Jayden. My baby.
I kept saying it was my fault, because the words refused to leave me alone. Every time I blinked, I saw Jayden’s face. His smile. The last hug he gave me that morning. And now he was somewhere I couldn’t reach.
Jaxon kept whispering that I should calm down, but I couldn’t. My throat burned. My chest squeezed tight. My whole body felt like it was shutting down. Tears kept pouring out of me without stopping.
Tara r
