Jocelyn's POV
I pressed my lips to my six month old baby girls dark red curls and lay her down in her crib. I still felt so nervous about being away from her, my fears haunting me, what is the Clave found, or worse; Valentine. I would be separated from my child in either of those situations. I turned on my heels and walked out of the room mentally repeating to myself: Clarissa will be fine.
I shot out of the bed and turned to the alarm clock on my dresser, it was 2:00 AM and something was desperately wrong, I could feel it. Clarissa. I hastily pulled off the covers and ran out of the door and into Clarissa's bedroom so fast I stumbled. I rushed over to the crib and looked inside, it was empty. I put a hand over my mouth horrified, tears streaming down my cheeks. there lay a piece of neatly folded paper, I reached down my hand shaking and picked it up. I unfolded the small sheet with my thumb, in neatly printed handwriting it said
Nice Try Jocelyn
-Valentine