Proserpina

After a fitful night, I woke to another grey morning. I remembered that the children would be getting their DNA swabs taken some time during that day. The thought made me feel hopeless. Lucien had not said anything about it but then, apart from trying to haul me into bed and satisfy his libido and render me a helpless slave to his touch in the process, me, he had very little time for me. The children probably did not exist for him, I thought, a wave of depression engulfing ...