I returned to my lodge outside the blood moon pack while Isaac returned to check up on Mason. This test was hurting because I miss Mason every hour.
I miss giving him goodnight kisses every night before he goes to bed and seeing him every day, I miss even seeing him upset or arguing with me.
It's not funny and I wonder if every mother feels the same way I feel. I wonder if they miss the worst aspect of their child?
I can't stop thinking about him, whether while making meals or while sitting on the chair. Everything I look at shows me a picture of his face in my mind and even at nightfall when I laid down on my bed he was still the first person I can think about.
It's going to be okay Andrea, you will see him again. I said to encourage myself even when I knew that there is a dangerous s
