**Olivia POV

Alone in the attic I couldn’t stop crying. The tears started before, still at full flow from my eyes. Suddenly, the tears came to their end. Stopping as quickly as they had started.

More my usual self, I got to my feet and took another look around the attic. Getting a feel for the space, things were less dizzying.

The panic I felt before, especially for my baby, eased a little. It wouldn’t do any good for me to be stressed. After some slow, deep breaths ...