Madeline:
“It’s alright. We’re not going to let her walk out of here. Don’t worry,” Baxter spoke to me while holding Gina in his arms as she threw a tantrum, struggling to break free.
Her eyes were still closed, so we knew she was still in that trance-like state.
“Where is your son right now?” I asked the woman, who stared at me wide-eyed in shock.
“He’s in the car in the parking lot,” she replied and I frowned.
“Is he not trying to walk away?” I questioned.
The woman grabbed my hand and tried to pull me toward the door, but I couldn’t leave.
I had to stay with Gina.
“Can you please tell us what to do right now so we can help my daughter—I mean, Madeline’s daughter?” Graham blurted, correcting himself quickly before saying anything else.
“If you want them to stop moving, you have
