#Chapter 58 A risk to take

Patara They decided to brief us on the way there once they saw how serious Dylan was about leaving that instant. Everyone in the room had broken out in plans and packing all the things they might need. Including weapons. The sight alone made me swallow. I knew this was bigger than I expected it to be. I had hope that perhaps we could where the baby was sold and get it back from whatever family that wanted him. But no, it was so much more than that. It was so much worse than my fears of him being simply adopted. In my heart, I knew he was still okay. He had to be alive… I would know if he wasn’t. Dylan led me back to the van and several followed to ride with us while others broke off into their own groups. I wish I had the words for thanking them—perhaps when this was all over, I would. For now it felt like my heart was in my throat and it choked me from saying what I wanted to. The ghost of myself followed close by and could only watch as life kept moving. I had to k