C62 Chapter 62

Medora

The room was dark, and Bronwyn’s soft cries pierced the silence.

“Bronwyn?” I called, my throat tightening.

“Mummy…” she whimpered between sniffles.

My baby was crying. Why was she crying?

“Baby, where are you?” My hands trembled as I tried to navigate the darkness, my pulse pounding in my ears.

“Mummy…” Her sobs echoed through the room, fragile and desperate.

My stomach twisted