BALQIS’S POV
My heart couldn’t be at rest.
No. I don’t think it could ever be at rest anymore till eternity.
The house was empty, and I glanced around slowly, tears running down my face like a fountain.
“Why?” I just wanted to be happy with my son. “Why this, goddess?” It has always been Riot and me, and we wanted peace!!
I thought I was free from my past, but this?
“Riot is just a boy!!” I yelled to no one in particular, “he deserved a happy childhood, not this.”
The alarm suddenly blared as I was still crying, reminding me that the time was 4:30 AM — time to wake up to prepare my son’s breakfast.
I forced myself back to my feet even though my tired body. The night has been madly hectic, and it’s right that I prepare Riot’s breakfast, for when Elon brings him home late. At least I
