Crib

My beautiful boy.

You're precious to me, Morgan.

Mommy's never gonna let you go.

Michael?

Brooke?

It's nobody's fault.

Don't shut me out, please.

He's my son, too.

I'm here,

I'm here for you,

I'm here for you,

I'm here,

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here,

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here,

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here,

here, here, here, here, here,

here, here, here, here, here,

here, here, here, here, here, here.

Our baby is gone.

You should have let the doctors take him out of you.