Jayden POV
The man shifts and Kaif rushes forward, just as she turns and is about to throw the baby out the window. Kaif’s hand snakes out just in time to grab the bundle of fabric while his fist connects with the side of her head.
He clutches the baby to him while the woman goes sprawling. She staggers back and Kaif reaches for her, trying to stop her from falling when she smashes her head on the corner of the dresser.
Kaif stares at her in panic, and the baby starts crying. I watch as he soothes the screaming baby and my eyes move to the woman. Blood starts pooling around her and across the floor. Kaif looks down as the trail reaches his feet. He jerks, startled and then, he glances over his shoulder, to see her bleeding out.
It looks like he screams. I assume, but I still can’t hear a word that leaves his lips. The man places the baby back in the tiny crib and rushes toward the woman.
He clutches to her with desperation as he tries to wake her. But I believe it is too late already.
