PRISCILLA'S POV

I stopped in my tracks, one thought ringing in my head. ‘'Please tell me I’m dreaming.’

Life couldn't possibly be that wicked to me, and yet I knew, the bad feeling I'd felt immediately I entered this hotel was now justified.

I walked as if on autopilot towards my kids and yanked them behind me, causing Brent to stand up and stare at me in, was that shock? I was too rattled to tell.

I turned to the twins and grabbed their hands. If I was lucky enough, I would be able ...