Ella
Sinclair and I both gasp at the same moment, and my eyes fly open, finding his. We are both frozen in place, but then another cry sounds and we are instantly in motion, bolting through the forest, searching for our son.
“Rafe!” I cry, my voice desperate as Sinclair pulls ahead of me on his long legs. “Rafe, baby! We’re coming!”
Rafe’s cries are louder now, more solid, the sound of a real baby crying real tears. And then suddenly something catches my vision out of the corner of my eye and I skid to a stop, turning left while Sinclair continues ahead.
And suddenly, I see –
A bassinet, of all things, sitting alone in the middle of the forest. And in it, I know, is my baby. “Dominic!” I call, wanting him back, wanting him at my side, but I don’t wait. Instead, I hurry to the side
