Lauren

My baby. My baby. They’re going to take my baby. I left him and he’s started a fire and almost died and they’re going to take him. I hate myself. I hate myself. Please, God, no, don’t let them take my baby. Everything’s burning down. I don’t understand what happened. I left him for one minute. One. How can this happen in one minute? Charlotte’s driving my car. Woody’s screaming in Steffi’s lap. I can’t breathe. Going to take him away. All I’ve wanted is for someone to take him away, but now I’m ripping at the seams, every organ is screaming, they can’t take him, they can’t. But he could’ve died. A house is burning. I can’t. I can’t. No.

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