#Chapter100

I struggled to open my heavy eyes lids. They were low and swollen, puffy from all the tears I have shed.

Morning had arrived, and it felt as though I was preparing for another awful day. Reaching over to the bedside nightstand, I picked up my cell phone and unlocked it.

Nothing.

I laid back and stared up at the white high ceiling. I mentally cursed myself, blaming myself for the life I secretly introduced to my mother without her acknowledgement.

I felt awful. I felt useless. I felt like the only thing I could do was sit here and cry and panic until Jason find her. I hate...