Evelyn POV
I can’t understand; nothing to me makes sense. I just can’t fathom something as tragic as this happening to her. Never, in my wildest dreams, could I picture Amara being gone. It doesn’t feel real, like a bad dream I am yet to wake up from.
When we get home, Thaddeus is nowhere to be seen, yet I can feel his heartbreak, his guilt. Nothing compares to the agony of his tortured soul. No amount of pain I have ever endured measures up to the feelings that swirl within him.
“What’s taking him so long?” Imogen says while pacing around the living-room.
Her tears look like they are permanently etched into her grief-stricken face. Looking at my daughter squirming in my arms, I can’t imagine the heartache she is feeling. I have only been a mother for a few hours and know without a
