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Chapter Three Hundred and Forty Seven

Tabitha's POV

I wait over an hour for Leo to return.

I pace the house, clean every surface. Empty the garbage and fold the clothes I've forgotten about.

Why is he taking so long?

And where has he gone?

Who found my baby boy?

The questions, god the questions won't leave my mind in peace.

I think that's why I'm keeping myself busy, to prevent over thinking.

A past time that is both worrisome and dangerous for me.

Where is he?

I wander upstairs to pack away the clothes I've just folded, placing them into corresponding drawers and hanging Leo's shirts so they don't crinkle.

Then I move through to Arlo’s room, dropping the washing basket in the hallway outside his room.

I check his crib for the hundredth time, hoping, praying that he would have come home himself, that I could pick him up.

Instead I find myself reaching for his blanket instead, pulling it to my nose to sniff his scent to calm my nerves.

Why me?

Why did I have to have a child with supernatural gifts that takes him away from
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