That huge knife, or maybe a gun. Anything would have worked for me.
I pulled Sasha slightly out of my embrace and searched her little eyes. She looked at me with a pout, her brow furrowed in such an adorable way that I couldn’t help but smile. The child was smart. Maybe she had guessed my thoughts. I kissed her forehead and her cheeks.
“I’m sorry, little princess. I have to go, but I want you to stay with Kaylee, she is a mother too and she won’t hurt you,” I whispered, and the little girl made a small sound, as if she were trying to speak. “No, no. No, my love, nothing is wrong. I’m going to come back. I promise I will come back, with your brother. And with your dad.”
As the words came out of my mouth, I convinced myself more and more that it was the right thing and that I wasn’t throw
