Our baby's still out there somewhere. And we're hellbent on finding him.


I never saw Micah's face or heard him cry when I birthed him in that cell. I lost so much blood, and when I woke up, I believed Peterson when he told me Micah was dead. Why did I believe him?


No matter how guilty I feel, or how much it hurts, it doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is finding my son.


-Laila


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When Laila told me Micah died, I had no reason not to believe her.


Everything after that though? It was all my fault. I failed more times than I can count. I wanted to do better, to be better, but when you're trying to disguise your heartache, it isn't easy to be the man you want to be.


Now, though, I know my son's alive.


I have a reason to get myself together, and I'm going to. Laila and I are going to find our son, and, hopefully along the way, I can prove to her that my family matters more to me than anything.


It's true that I've lied and made mistakes, but that was always the truth.


My wife and my son are everything to me.


I'm going to right my wrongs or die trying.


-Jeremy