Brittany's POV

I groaned, rolling over in what had to be the softest bed I'd ever experienced in my entire life. I'd been lying here for what felt like hours, my senses completely overwhelmed by the comforting atmosphere I'd been craving for so damn long.

I could faintly smell this scent on my son sometimes, and it was the same lingering fragrance that had clung to my old sweatshirt for years—the one I'd use to comfort myself whenever life became too ...