Jemma's POV
"MOMMY! Please don't leave me, Mommy. I'll be good." My son repeated to me over and over as I held him tight. My world spun as Jeremy pried him from my arms, and I was pulled away from him. Our arms were extended, trying to reach each other. My world was being ripped from me, and I couldn't get to him. "MOMMY!"
I bolted upright in bed as the dream faded. Tears streamed down my face. Then I realized I was not in my room. I looked around at the poshest room I had ever seen. Bathed in white and grey, the sun streamed through the curtains. There were marble columns, and the bed I was sitting on was the softest I had ever been on. A short wall separated the bed and on the other side was a large sitting area with two large comfy couches facing a giant TV.
I scrambled
