Ollie blinked slowly, confusion clouding his thoughts as he looked around the unfamiliar room. Everything was painted in soft baby blue tones—the walls, the curtains, even the stuffed animals neatly arranged on the shelves. It looked like a nursery, but not one he'd ever seen before.

This definitely wasn’t his room at his momma’s house.

He shifted slightly and realized he was inside a large playpen. The padded walls were far too high for his small frame to climb over, trapping him in place. Panic prickled at the edges of his mind.

What made his heart race even more was what he was wearing—a pastel-colored onesie, snug and babyish, something his momma had always firmly refused. She didn’t believe in that kind of thing.

Ollie’s hands trembled as he reached down to touch the soft fabric, his mind racing. Where was he? Who dressed him like this? And most importantly—how did he get here?