Isabella
I walked into my bedroom and sat on my bed. Tears rolled down my eyes as I picked up a picture of my son Benjamin. Why is everyone trying to make me forget about you? Why won’t they understand me? I closed my eyes and briefly shook my head.
They don’t understand what it means to lose a child. If they did, they would never ask me to let go of you. But what can I do? I pressed my hand on my chest. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and then returned the picture to the drawer beside my bed.
I will find out what Lauren and Jacob are refusing to tell me. I will find it out at all costs. I thought and then lay on my bed.
I was about to close my eyes when I heard the sound of someone weeping by my bedroom door. I furrowed my eyebrows as I gently got up from my bed and approache
