Maxine Martin’s POV
“Please… please… Please, Lord. Don’t let anything bad happen to the kids!” I prayed with all my heart.
My eyes were nearly swollen from crying as I sat in the cab on the way to the hospital where Layla and Errol were taken.
I held my cellphone again and immediately dialed Ethan's number. I wanted to hear from him that Layla and Errol were okay. Knowing the kids weren’t on the brink of death might calm me down. I think I’ve tried calling three times, but he still hasn’t answered.
I was already swearing in my head. I felt like I was going to lose it from all the stress. Surely, this is how Ethan felt earlier when he was trying to call me. In an emergency case like this, no one answers your call... I can imagine how angry Ethan was with me because, even in his earlier
