As soon as I park the car, Astrid wakes up and starts crying again. I open the back door and pick her up out of her car seat to quiet her down. I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself. But when I look into her eyes, and look at that adorable curly hair and feel the way she snuggles up aga
*Mark* ‘There’s a middle-aged couple on this train with a newborn,’ I hear a voice in my mind say. It’s the conductor on a train that left the station about twenty minutes before we got there. ‘Just doesn’t look right to me. They’re acting strange.’ ‘I’ll be there in a few minutes!’ I answer back.
*Gene*I swear, I can’t get anything done today without one annoying person or another screaming in my head. And this one is the worst because its whiny, high-pitched sound makes me want to hurl.‘What do you want?’ I ask, hoping that it’ll shut up as soon as she gets whatever babbling she’s plannin
My baby is back, and my gorgeous, wonderful Alpha has a huge smile on his face. I am so blessed by the Goddess. I still have two babies out there missing, but I have no doubt that my Alphas will bring them back to me.Right now, I have to focus on the two that I do have. Poor little Matthew is so hu
*Eli* Life was bad enough when it was just my sister missing. Now, my sister and my son are gone, and I am frantically searching through trains for little bundles of joy wrapped in blue–or pink since Tristan’s daughter is still missing–but I’m coming up empty handed. What’s more, everything I’ve h
It’s sort of like my sister. I know she’s in distress, and I hate that I can’t get to her myself. I have Trevor and some others looking for her still, but it’s not me searching. Yet, I know that Kelly is still alive. I can feel her life force out there in the world. If it went out, I would feel it.
*Retta* Wow, it sure is hard work being a mom. Astrid seems to be crying all the time, and I don’t know what she wants. I’ve been giving her formula and following the directions on the can, and then I change her diaper for what seems like a hundred times a day, and she still cries. I’m doing it ag
It seems to take forever to walk to a better neighborhood, but it’s worth it because there’s a nice park with some benches and play equipment. “I guess you’re a little young for that,” I say to Astrid. “But maybe we can stop for a rest at least.” I lay out her blanket on the grass, and she blinks a