CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Chloe's p.o.v

A part of me knew, the last I know the better but not knowing was slowly driving me crazy.

“Chloe dear, you must calm down.” My mother says sitting on the edge of the couch in our livingroom.

Hayley was in the kitchen making tea, I on the other hand is pacing the room, I told the police half truths meaning they were also half lies and thinking about that is making me anxious.

“I can’t.” I say biting the nail on my thumb.

“Okay but can you at least sit down, you gave birth only six hours ago, if you keep pacing like this you will rip your stitches.

“I don’t care about the stitches, I care about my family coming back safe.” I realized I said that more harshly then I intended, so I sat down in the chair beside the coffee table.

“I know how terrifying this is, your father didn’t want to wait for the police to bring you home either.” She says softly.

I looked down and bit my lower lip before speaking. “Why did you?”

“We had your brother to care for too, we couldn