Jasmine’s POV
Ten hours.
Ten grueling, agonizing hours have passed since we found Orson’s broken airplane lying alone on the ground.
I paced back and forth, my hands squeezing Orson’s blue blanket tightly against my chest. Every second that passed felt like a knife slicing through my soul.
Every time the wind howled outside, my head snapped towards the front door, praying with every fiber of my being that my little boy would come running through, giggling about flying airplanes.
But the door stayed closed. The house stayed silent.
"Jasmine, please sit down for just a moment," mom said from the sofa, her hands trembling as she held a handkerchief. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying non-stop. "You're going to collapse."
"I can't sit down, Mom" I said, my voice cracking into a r
