Aria pov
I didn't care about Marcus. Didn't care about anything except seeing my son.
The drive to the hospital was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Damien's driver broke every traffic law, but it still felt too slow. I clutched Damien's hand the entire way, both of us silent, both afraid to hope too much.
What if Noah was hurt worse than they thought? What if he was traumatized beyond repair? What if
"He's going to be okay," Damien said, reading my thoughts. "He's strong just like his mother."
We pulled up to the emergency entrance. Didn't wait for the car to fully stop before jumping out and running inside.
"Noah Blackwood," I gasped to the nurse at reception. "My son, he was just brought in"
"Room 3," she said, pointing. "Second door on your right."
We ran.
The door was already open. And there, sitting on the examination table with a female FBI agent beside him, was Noah.
My baby.
