ELAINE “Please, God, please don’t take him away from me…Don’t take my baby away from me…”Perched on the edge of the hospital bed, I felt the weight of exhaustion press down on me as I rocked back and forth, murmuring fervent prayers for my little boy.As I pray, I'm reminded of the saying: God doesn't give us more than we can handle. But that’s bullshit. Because there was no way I could handle the utter chaos my life had devolved into.Everything I touched or involved me seemed doomed to fail—from almost being kidnapped, Giovanni’s brewing trouble, and now my son. I was just so tired.I was tired of the constant cycle of trouble, which I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to outrun.Hands shaking, I reached out to touch him, my fingertips trailing gently across his forehead to the tip of his nose before I settled my hand between his shoulder blades. My heart ached as I leaned forward and gently kissed his soft cheek.“Oh, sweetie. I’m so sorry,” I whispered, a lone tear falling. “I’m sor
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