My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death.The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears.Then my husband called. Instead of any concern or remorse, he yelled at me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"…When my son, Aiden Chappell, died in my arms, he was still clutching the tube of medicine. I sobbed uncontrollably as blood spilled from his mouth and he struggled to speak. At that moment, I dropped to my knees, begging the heavens to take my life instead of his.My plea wasn't heard. They took Aiden away from me, and my world fell apart. I passed out from the grief. When I woke up, I was alone. Logan Chappell, my husband, called. He still didn't know what had happened to Aiden."Log
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