Emily.
My heart raced in my chest as we silently drove to the hospital where Jack was taken. I was distracted and afraid to the point where I could feel myself starting to break out in a cold sweat. I couldn't bear to think that, by the slightest chance, something terrible had happened to my little boy because it would kill me if anything happened to him.
Killian had tried his best to calm me down all through the drive, and even though I appreciated his effort, it didn’t help me very much.
After what felt like an eternity, we both got out of the car, and I hastened my steps to where the nurses were, fully aware that Killian was coming right behind me.
“Good afternoon. I'm here for my son, three years old, fair skin with brown eyes and hair,” I blurted out a description, tryin
