I step out of the shower, wrapping a heated towel around myself after I finished scrubbing Aydems touch and scent from my body.
I was furiously cleaning myself free from the sins I have and continue to commit.
I wipe the pooling moisture that coats my mirror and I stare at my reflection. My eyes have dark circles around them and my cheeks look hollow of any life.
I feel lost.
I have no idea what to do or what path to take. As I sat in the Uber on the ride home, I dialled Aces number multiple times and each time it went straight to his voice mail. It's been doing that all day and I don't know who to turn to for help.
I have no family or friends.
I miss my son and with each passing day, my heart bleeds with sorrow.
Gods!
I miss the smell of his hair, the touch of
