Brittany's POV

Hearing my little son fight so desperately to protect me, tears stream down my face uncontrollably. Theodore is too small, too young to carry the burden I've placed on his shoulders.

Grief washes over me as I realize I haven't protected him the way I thought I had—not from all the misfortune Lorenzo brought into our lives.

I can't even bring myself to look at Alexander and his friend because I know their faces will only show pity. I ...