~Aspen’s pov~
Do you know what saved my life? That little petal. The moment I connected with it, I was saved.
That petal had grown into a massive plant that tore right through the coffin, something was filling my mind with nothing but my son’s death, and I couldn’t take it. Covered in sand, and dirt, and bits of wood, I just screamed. I couldn’t help it. It hurt to not know whether my son was truly safe or not and I just wanted to murder someone. The scream had been from my f*****g guts, and I allowed myself to be angry. I had years. f*****g years of pure torture, only to have some f*****g woman take my child. I’m ready to throw all my anger into this. All that bullshit about keeping peace, and just wanting to be on my own has come right back to spit on my face. Revenge is the only way
