JANICE'S POV
The drive to the police station is the longest drive of my life.
Every red light feels personal, every second stretches endlessly and every terrifying possibility crashes through my head before I can stop it.
Hospitals, accidents, funerals and loss. The same fears I've lived with since Jack was born come rushing back all at once.
My hands shake so badly I nearly miss a turn.
Please.......please let him be okay.
That prayer repeats over and over until it loses all meaning.
By the time I reach the station, I can barely breathe.
I'm already moving before the car fully stops the front doors blur past.
Voices blur past, people blur past. Only one thing matters.
"My son."
The words tear out of me. "Where is my son?"
A police officer immediately stands. "Ms. Soto?"
"Yes.
