Chapter 37 - Azalea

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When he took Kahel, that was when I got to know the taste of prison. I felt trapped with anger and fear of never seeing my son again. So, this is what it feels like to be imprisoned. To not be able to hold the child that made you want to live, to never be able to love the only person you’ve ever loved.

This is the opposite of freedom.

“You are one cunning woman!” I hid a smirk from him as he closed the door behind us.

I sure am. Gusto ko siyang yabangan pero hindi ko na ginawa dahil baka palayasin niya ko. Inilibot ko ang tingin sa malawak na bahay niya. This is different from the house he got three years ago. This one is bigger and got a homey feels. The wall is off white with beautiful gray curtains that covered the high-ceiling windows.

The black sofa looks lively with the toys all over it. They must have played all day. There’s I think a 60-inch TV on the wall with a children’s show playing. I can alr