As I slowly opened my eyes, the pain of my heart still lingers in the depths of me.
I couldn't help but stare blankly, my gaze fixed on the white ceiling.
I often find myself thanking God for blessing me with such a wide-ranging memory, but there are moments when I curse it too. It's not just the beautiful memories that stay with me; it's the ugly ones as well.
Over the past few years, I've struggled to convince myself that the feelings and pain I experienced that night were valid. I've tried to reassure myself that it was okay to act out of pain, that what I felt was valid. But no matter how hard I try, I always end up blaming myself for the entire situation. Alaric and... my child were lost because of me. Their disappearance weighs heavily on my conscience.
A tear escaped from my e
