The color drained from Camila's face.

Her legs turned to jelly, and she sank, Bowen clutched tightly in her arms.

He squirmed and protested, scratching at her face and hair from time to time.

"Mila, take a moment to breathe. I shared this with you so you can be prepared. Try not to dwell on it too much. Morrison will do everything in his power to help Aldrin," Laura reassured her gently.

"Please," Camila pleaded, voice rough with fear. "Isaac's not here, and I have two little ones to take care of. I can't come.."