I didn't struggle with Ivan as he took my hand to have a look at it. I sat in bed exhausted, with no more strength left in me and a pounding head. I had spent half an hour after Aaron left with Zion, crying my eyes out in pain. I didn't even know when Damor left the room, and I didn't care. My heart had been broken into a million pieces and was bleeding beyond repair. I wanted to wallow, and being left alone helped me do that.

Aaron was taking away my son. He was doing it before my ...