Morris's POV
Relief washed over me as the medical team exited the room. The moment they disappeared through the door, I pulled Monica into my arms, placing a tender kiss on our son's head as he nestled in her lap. Having them both back in my embrace felt like oxygen returning to my lungs after being underwater too long. Never again would I allow them to slip from my grasp.
"Monica, these past two days were pure torture," I murmured, taking her hand in mine. "Knowing you and Austin were held captive by those psychopaths... I've never experienced such paralyzing fear. It was as if someone had ripped my heart from my chest while forcing me to continue breathing."
Tears formed in her eyes as she whispered, "When I realized they had taken our baby, I thought I would lose my mind."
