RHYS DID not come back to my mind. I tried many times to reach out to him, but all I got was an emptiness that made me want to empty my stomach. I was worried sick. To the point that I could not stay still and it was starting to drive both the women with me to be concerned. They kept glancing toward one another as if they wanted to talk about something, but they kept it to themselves so they would not offend me.
All the triplets had gone back to sleep in the safety of Rita and Flint’s arms. They were crying for a while, but I managed to calm them enough to drift back to sleep. I was honestly beyond exhausted. Between trying to make my children calm, and worrying sick about Rhys, everything was taking my energy away one by one. Second by second. And the longer I had to stay in this darkene
