Emma's POV.
"I'm coming, baby. Mommy's coming. Please don't cry?"
The more I tried to get close to the crying, the further away it sounded. It was a desperate sound. A terrifying sound. It filled me with so much panic that I had a difficult time moving my feet. The crying grew louder and louder. Everything around me was pitch black. The only light was a dim halo at the very end of the room. I hurried towards it, but it kept moving away from me. I had to get to it. That's where the crying was coming from. That's where my baby was.
"I'm coming! Please? Please, just stop crying?"
The piercing sound was driving me mad. I was beginning to feel frantic. Why was my baby crying? What was wrong? Why couldn't I get to him?
I forced my feet to move faster until I finally managed to start running
