For the past three years, I’ve woken up with the heartbreaking realization that my son is completely far from me and out of reach. That he remains in the hands of people who are toxic for him.
The people who poisoned his five-year-old mind against me.
Noah. Vanessa.
This morning is no different. In fact, it’s worse. Roman’s father banned me from seeing Seth, and threatened to kill me if Roman has anything romantic with me.
I don’t give a f**k about the second part. That is not a bother. But keeping my own son from me?
No. I can't let that happen.
There has to be a way.
I push the covers off my body, gritting my teeth as I sit up, to prepare myself for the pain that I know is coming.
And when I drop my feet down onto the floor, it shoots through my entire legs, electrifyingly painfu
