*Michael*

I stared at Shelby sitting across the table from me. She still looked white as a ghost, likely still unsettled by the dream she had during the night. To be honest, it had shaken me just as much as it had Shelby, but I was doing my best to seem like the brave one in the situation. I had to be strong for her and the babies.

“Do you want me to get you more coffee?” I asked, standing to refill my own cup.

Shelby shook ...