Chapter Ninety-Nine

Jasmine’s POV

I cried my eyes out as I thought about my twins. They would have been six months old today if only they hadn't been kidnapped. The ache in my heart was a constant reminder of their absence. Each day without them felt like an eternity, and the nights were filled with endless nightmares. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their tiny faces, heard their faint cries, and reached out only to grasp at empty air.

Sleep had become a distant memory, replaced by relentless torment. The nightmare was always the same: I was running through a dark forest, branches tearing at my clothes, the echo of my babies’ cries leading me deeper into the darkness. I could never reach them. They were always just out of reach, and I would wake up, drenched in sweat and tears, my heart pounding with a mother's despair.

The house, once filled with laughter and the soft sounds of my babies, now stood silent. Their nursery, filled with untouched toys and unworn clothes, was a haunting reminder of what I