The sun was finally up in the sky. Its warm rays dried the dew that had collected on the leaves and grass outside during the night. It penetrated the small farmhouse through the open windows and attempted to warm and brighten the cold and gloomy despair that characterized the atmosphere in the house.
The minutes had dragged by painfully. Christopher couldn’t calm Jane for more than a few precious minutes before she started crying again. If there had ever been a doubt of how much her son meant to her, it was gone. The woman clearly loved her baby with every fiber of her being.
He felt helplessness eat him up from the inside. It was like a bitter taste in his mouth he couldn’t get rid of. It rose from the pit of his stomach and settled in his throat.
Sometime later, Christopher stood outs
