Shelly’s POV
As I stir in my sleep, the haze gradually lifts and my senses sharpen. Memories flood back with a rush of anger.
"That bastard!" I shout, realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Sebastian. He had deliberately given me some kind of sleeping medicine. Purposefully. To keep me out of the way while they went to save Carter, our son.
Why wouldn’t he want me there? I'm his mother; I deserve to be there! Questions swarm my mind in a chaotic buzz. What time is it? How long have I been out? Why did he leave without me?
I glance around, piecing together the fragments of the bizarre reality I find myself in. Sabrina sits nearby, her baby girl Abree nestled in her arms.
My son Abel plays quietly by her feet. Their presence offers little comfort as anxiety gnaws at the edges of
