Olivia

That afternoon, I left my children with their father and went to the prison where Ellen was being held. I had wanted to pay her a visit for a while. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon, the leaves on the trees were turning brown, preparing for the depressing time of winter.

To tell the truth, I was happy with the life I was leading in the last few months. Alexander and I were understanding each other more and more and making our love work with each passing day; our children were ...