I listened in utter shock as Dad explained our car had been hit by a transit van from behind.
We’d been taken to the University Hospital of Wales in Cardiff.
Adam had staples in the back of his head for a cut, a sprained wrist.
I had a torn liver and fractured rib.
But I didn’t care.
‘Gracie-Ann, Jayden-Lee…’ I choked.
Dad squeezed my hand.
‘They’re very poorly,’ he whispered, his voice breaking.
Gracie-Ann had suffered a cardiac arrest and horrific brain injuries.
Jayden had severe head trauma.
My poor babies.
‘I need to see them!’ I cried.
Nurses wheeled me down the corridor, placing my bed between my children.
They both layto ventilators, eyes closed.
