Chapter Seventy-Four

EMILY'S POV

"They are in here," I heard Dylan say. Emotions of happiness, sadness, and anxiousness rushed through my veins like blood. My knees went weak instantly. I couldn't believe my ears; my children had been right under my nose all this time, and I had no idea.

I felt like a weak and foolish mother who knew nothing about her children. I couldn't protect them myself, and I lost them. They were so close to me, and I couldn't even catch their scent. I had failed woefully as a mother.

I walked into the room slowly, my eyes filled with tears threatening to fall, but I fought them back. I couldn't afford to look weak in front of my children.

"Mummy!" Kira called, and my eyes fell on them sitting on the cold floor. They looked so skinny and lean, their skin so pale, and I cursed Reynolds immediately in my heart for making my children suffer. Goddamn that bastard for putting my children through all this. I would never forgive him in this world or the next, and I would make sure he suffe