Ella's POV

　　I rocked back and forth on the cold and wet floor while bone-chilling cries from the baby echoed off the walls down the dark corridor. I'm in shock; I know I am, but I can't snap myself out of it. I kept rocking, swaying while my eyes were glued to the never-ending darkness right in front of me. The movement was more of a forced muscle reaction; over and over, the same motion repeated.

　　I could feel the rough floors scrape through the skin on my ankles ...