KATRINA’S P O V
‘‘Cohen!’’ Ella’s screaming his name didn’t bother him a bit as he continued to flee away from the scene, gripping my hand tightly as if he didn’t want to let go of me at any point.
I looked back and saw that Ella was crouching on the carpeted floor while Aunt Emily was hugging her from behind. Even though Mom wasn’t smiling, I could see her eyes dancing… It was bright with optimism, filled with hope.
Hope that there would be a chance for Cohen and I to rekindle our relationship? Hope that I would grant her wish to give her a grandchild as soon as possible?
That would never happen. I won’t let any of that happen.
A short time later, Cohen continued to leave his house with long strides and led me to his car which was parked in the garage. After we had settle
