"Where are my babies?" I cried, struggling to get up from the hospital bed I was laid in.The heart monitor beeped faster and erratically.

"Calm down, Hailey. You'll end up hurting yourself." Jared was trying to calm me but I was having none of it.

Uncle Pete was nowhere in sight and neither were my kids.

"No! I need to see my babies." I would not stop crying.

The mental image of my babies tied up and unconscious in those boxes was enough trauma for me. Who would do that to five year olds? ...