Where is your husband?

Arabella’s POV

After finally drifting off, I found myself lost in a dream about the day I'd hold our baby in my arms. An overwhelming sense of love and joy washed over me, a feeling too profound to put into words. But the shrill ring of the phone on the bedside table jolted me back to reality.

Leo's voice, thick with sleep, answered the call. "What? Where?" His words were punctuated by a pause, followed by a feral growl that sent a chill down my spine. He slammed the phone back onto the bedside with a force that echoed his frustration.

"What's going on?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. A glance at my phone told me it was only 3 am.

"Joel's in the hospital," Leo said, his words cutting through the fog of sleep. He was already bending down to grab his jogging bottoms.

Fear gripped my heart, but I had to ask. "What happened to him?"

"I don't know," Leo admitted, his face taut with worry. "His mother left him there, and no one knows where she is or what happened to