Valerie's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a room I didn't recognize, with walls adorned with strange symbols and a large window that let in a flood of sunlight. My head pounded as I tried to remember how I got there. And then, like a tidal wave, memories came crashing back.
My children, my precious babies, kidnapped. The pain and fear I felt was suffocating. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back onto the bed.
As I lay there, fragments of my past began to resurface. Rohan, the man I once loved with all my heart. The man who told me to get rid of our unborn child, like it was nothing more than a disposable thing. The man who now held the power to help me find my stolen children.
I felt a bitter taste in my mouth as I thought of him. How could I have ever loved someone so cruel? And yet, as I looked around the room, I knew I had no choice but to beg for his help.
