The dream was so beautiful, the images so clear, that she didn't want to wake up. She didn't dare to. She just let herself sink deeper into its sweetness.
So when she finally awoke, she found the sun high in the sky and her son, Dylan, gone from her arms. A wave of panic washed over her as she frantically called his name.
"Dylan! Dylan!"
She leaped out of bed, not even stopping to put on shoes, and dashed into the adjoining sitting room to find him. It was empty. The color drained from her face as she rushed out and grabbed the first nurse she saw.
"Where's my son? Where's my son?"
The nurse took in her messy hair and bare feet, then smiled reassuringly.
"Didn't Mr. Donovan take Dylan for a check-up?"
"A check-up?"
Naomi Shaw asked, dazed. In her panic, she had completely forgotten that Dylan was still sick. She'd also forgotten that Julian Donovan had stayed with them all through the night.
Just then, she heard Dylan's young voice.
