Chapter Seventeen – Sarah-Sofia
My mind is in a whirlwind of emotions as I look down at two little bundles, the eldest by 4 hours, a boy with deep red curls, the youngest a girl with deep dark brown, almost black curls, and shook my head, to stop my heart from breaking for them. Both mothers have refused to hold their little ones, along with refusing to even pump milk, as Elliot, Lilliana and I take turns feeding them with emergency bottles from the fridge, for parents who are having trouble breastfeeding.
“What can we do with these two? Officially we should call the authorities,” Lilliana sighed.
“No, that is not happening. These could be my brother’s children, I am not handing them over to rot in some god-awful children’s home,” I almost growl, making the baby boy squirm slightly i
