My husband was gone.

But my babies were in my arms.

For the first time in four days, I whispered, “They’re safe.”

Rachel touched the side rail of my bed. “Yes. And now we make sure they stay that way.”

PART 3

By sunrise, my family had been removed from the hospital, but the damage they had caused remained in the room.

My cheek had swollen purple. My incision continue reading …