I'm weak.

Too fucking weak.

I let her get too close to me.

Until recently, I only ever really loved one woman in my life. My mother, I respected her, loved her.

Anastasia Costello.

I thought she was the only one who really knew me, the only one that can tear down my walls. I thought my ability to love ended with her, and I was fine with that.

I've watched her writhing in pain, struggling to breathe, tears leaking out of her eyes but she couldn't move. My mother fought long and hard with ...