Instagram book 3 Brad Simpson

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1 month later

I hold a crying Noah in my arms.

"I miss Lexi so much mummy why can't she just come home" Noah says crying into my chest. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close.

"I miss her too." I whisper kissing his head.

"so does daddy" Brad says sitting down next to me.

I put my head on his shoulder

"It's all my fault" Brad says tears falling from his eyes

"It's not your fault don't say that" I say whipping his tears

"Mummy and daddy what if lexi isn't alive anymore" Noah says tears fall from my eyes

"don't think like that sweetie we will find her" I choke Brad holds my hand. As we all sit on the couch comforting each other.

15 minutes later

I look down at Noah who is sound asleep on my lap and I look to my other side Brad fast asleep. I lift Noah up and put him next to Brad. I get a blanket and wrap it over them.

I put my shoes on and my jacket. I step outside and walk down the street to the shops to get a food shop. As I'm walking there is photos posters of lexis beautiful face. The squad, Anne Marie, Derek and Nat have been amazing they have helped us so much but they are all just as broken as we are.

Brad is blaming himself and it makes me so sad he feels that way. It was no way his fault.

We have all just got to have hope that our baby will be found safe.