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“I ain’t leavin’ him here,” I repeat, standing by the back door and waiting for her to open it.
“Excuse me, sir, you can’t do that.” The woman in the long brown jacket chases after me.
“This is clearly a murder scene, you can’t move the body. The police are on their way.” I ignore her as I lay my brother across the small narrow seat in the back.
“Sir… Please, the police will need…”
“He’s my brother,” I yell back at her. “And you can tell the police when they get here that I’m taking him home.”
“Did he just say…” Maisie stares at me blankly.
“Dalton’s dead,” I repeat the words, barely registering them myself.
“No, he can’t be.” She shakes her head and starts to cry.
I reach across the console and hold my wife’s hand as she falls apart, but I have to keep driving, even while my own heart breaks. I’m in shock, and right now I can’t afford to be anything other than focused. I have to find my baby girl.
“If he’s dead, who’s driving your mom and Breanna?” Maisie asks desperately. “Garrett, what the fuck’s going on?” she screams, distraught and equally as worried as I am.
“I don’t know,” I yell at her. All this time I’ve been trying to hold it together but I can’t anymore. I got a dead brother, a baby who ain’t breathing, and no idea why the car she’s in ain’t headin’ toward a fuckin’ hospital. I keep my eyes flicking between the road and the tracker on my phone as we continue to move closer to the car I’m assuming they are still in.
“It’s Leia,” Maisie tells me when her phone starts ringing again, and she quickly puts it on speaker as she answers it.
“Maisie, something weird's going on,” she tells us, sounding concerned.
“Are the boys okay?” I shout, gripping the wheel and keeping my foot flat to the floor.
“They’re fine, sound asleep, and Tate’s here with me now,” she assures us.
“What you got, Leia?” I rush her to her point.
“I came up here to check on them and I’ve noticed some medicine next to the crib.”
“What kind of medicine?” Maisie asks.
“I don’t know, it’s not labeled which is why it’s odd. None of the babies have been ill. And…” Leia’s voice turns hesitant.
“Leia, what is it?” I ask, we haven’t got time for dithering.
“That muslin Breanna likes to sleep with isn’t here, and when I checked the fridge there was no expressed milk left.”
“I left enough for them each to have two feeds,” Maisie tells her.
“I didn’t register it at the time, because I was in such a panic but Teresa really didn’t want Dalton to go with her to the hospital. She kinda got mad when I suggested it. And I didn’t check Breanna myself, she was holding her kinda weird.”
“Are you saying that you think Mom took Breanna?” I ask her, shaking my head in frustration.
“I know it sounds crazy, but think about it, it’s always Breanna she’s taking care of. She doesn’t give the boys half the amount of attention she does her. Its…”
“She’s right.” Maisie looks at me, the big, blue orbs in her eyes full of worry. “Oh my god, Garrett, your mom. What if she lied about Breanna being sick to get her out the house? She knows I won’t let anyone take them anywhere without me.” My whole body goes rigid and as I notice the dot that is heading toward us veer off and take a right onto the road that leads back toward town, I take in everything the girls are saying.
“What is she doing?” I shake my head, coming to the conclusion that if they are right, my mom is the one now driving that car.
“She never intended on going to the hospital, Garrett. She’s getting herself back on to the route she was supposed to be taking.” Maisie fists at her hair and I feel so fuckin’ helpless it’s killing me.
“Yeah well, she picked the wrong road to go down.” I quickly come off the GPS app and scroll to Noah’s name.
“What’s up?” He sounds a little buzzed.
