Hazel’s POV
“Damn it,” I muttered, slamming my palm against the wall.
Night had fallen but I couldn’t stop pacing. My eyes scanned every inch of the room for the tenth time. There had to be a way out.
I tried the door handle again, knowing it would be locked but hoping for a miracle. Nothing. The windows were out of question, and the air vent was too small for even a child to crawl through.
My mind drifted to Lucas, Liam, and Levi. Were they looking for me? Did they even know where to start? The thought of never seeing them again made my chest ache with a pain so deep I could barely breathe.
I sank onto the bed, cradling my still-flat belly protectively.
“We’ll be okay,” I whispered to my unborn child. “Your dads will find us.”
Exhaustion finally won over my anxiety, and I fell into a restless sleep. In my dreams, the triplets were there, their faces clear as day. Lucas’s stern but loving gaze. Liam’s warm smile. Levi’s playful wink.
