"Where is our son, Richard?" I asked again, even though I already knew what had happened. I was in a state of disbelief. I refused to believe he was gone. He looked at me with wide eyes. "Do you remember everything?" "Yes I do. Richard, where the hell is my son?" I screamed out, trying to sit up. This feels like a dream, I need to wake up. I pinched my thighs hard, willing for this nightmare to go away. He rushed and helped me back to a lying position. "Calm down, Isabella. You just woke up from a coma, you shouldn’t be shouting and stressing yourself." "Richard? My son, I lost him." I said between sobs. The floodgates had opened and I was sobbing, bawling my heart out. Richard sat on the bed and pulled me to him, stroking my head. "It is okay." "No! It isn't okay. I failed as a mother, Richard. I failed to protect my son, our son. And now he is gone." I pulled at my hair, trying to do anything that would make me escape this horrible dream. I am a failure. "Don't say that, love.
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