Pulling the door open, she looked into the bunker where Addy was still nestled safely in her little rocker, sleeping like a little angel. Just under a week old and she had been through more chaos and insanity that Tamara had been in her entire life. She looked so peaceful sleeping there, bundled up like a little burrito. She smiled at the sight of Addy and couldn’t help but feel like she had done right by her daughter.
Shuffling her feet, she could hear the patter of blood following her wherever she moved. Reaching out for the side of one of the bunks, she slowly lowered herself onto the bed and wondered what would happen if she just closed the door and stayed down here for a while with Addy.
What were the odds of the police being able to save her after all? She had no idea what was happ
