Grace's POV
I wake up in darkness. I'm in a soft bed. Softer than my usual bed. The last thing I remember is holding my babies as they slept in my lap. MY BABIES! I sit up and start filling around the bed. I don't feel anyone else on the bed. But I feel their little blankets. My babies always sleep with their lovies. I feel my throat start to close as the panic rises in me. I feel over to the edge of the bed and try to get off it. I feel my way around the bed until I trip on something. I don't know where my babies are. I can't find them. I don't know where I am. I can't breathe.
"Grace. Grace, it's me, Chelsea. You need to breathe." Oh no Chelsea is here too. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault she is here. She's going to get hurt. She's going to get hurt because of me.
"My boy
