Chapter 53. Little Zaya

“Where are my babies?” I cried, struggling to get up from the hospital bed I was laid in.
The heart monitor beeped faster and erratically.

“Calm down, Hailey. You’ll end up hurting yourself.” Jared was trying to calm me, but I was having none of it. Uncle Pete was nowhere in sight and neither were my kids.

“No! I need to see my babies.” I would not stop crying. The mental image of my babies tied up and unconscious in those boxes was enough trauma for me. Who would do that to five-year-olds? Zaya and Zion were innocent in all of this. Why would Catherine do this to my children?

“Calm down and I promise to get them for you.” Jared’s tone took on a softer edge.

I met his gaze. “Where are they? A-are they fine?”

“Yes, they are. The doctor said they’re responding to treatment and will be awake soon. I’