Book 2: Chapter 45:

Every scream goes unheard as the wind rips away my cries for Reid and demands to be put down. My throat is dry and sore and my lips cracked from the icy wind as I hold the baby tightly to my chest, his warmth heating me as if I were hugging an electric blanket. It’s not until I look down at him I realize he is watching me with curious, sad eyes.

“It’s okay, little guy,” I whisper hoarsely. Not tha