Then I heard my baby’s panicked voice. “Mom, spit out the juice! It’s drugged! They want you to lose the baby! They don’t love you! They only brought you back to take your bone marrow for your sister!”
Hearing my baby’s voice again made my heart clench. The baby said the juice was drugged, but when I touched my stomach, I felt nothing unusual.
My heart sank. In my past life, I had fully trusted my baby’s voice. And my birth parents really had been heading to the hospital for test results.
Terrified, I ran and got hit by a truck at an intersection. This time, I needed to know if my baby’s voice was real and why he wanted to kill me.
Maybe I was too quiet and my mom grew nervous. “I asked your husband and he said you love apple juice. Does mine taste bad?” she asked sincerely.
I smiled. “It’s really good, but I drank a lot of water on the way, so I’m full. Mom, where are Dad, my brother and my sister?”
Mom looked worried. “Your dad and brother are on their way home. Your sister... she’s sick and in the hospital.”
My heart tightened; my sister really was sick!