Abbey’s POV
My head whips around, following the sound of my daughter’s voice, finding her sitting down on one of the lowest shelves of clothes, her frightened hazel eyes peeking up at us as her fingers fiddle with the buttons of her coat.
Crying out in relief, I wriggle out of Lincoln’s grip, almost collapsing as my ankle tries to take my weight, but I don’t care, I need to get to my baby.
Dragging myself toward her, Robyn’s eyes fill with tears as she reaches for me, her fingers grabbing at air until I’m within her reach when she throws herself at me.
‘Oh God! Baby! My Baby!’ I whimper, cradling her to my chest as tears run down my face.
‘Mommy’ my daughter wails, her voice muffled by my coat as she burrows as deep as she can.
Behind me, I can hear the deep rumble of Lincoln’s voic
