It was such a beautiful memory that Ze’ev and I shared, but all good things surely had to come to an inevitable end.

“I have to go,” Ze’ev explained and abruptly stood up, at last breaking away from our embrace where we sat together on the ground.

Part of me felt forlorn and discouraged at my initial failed attempts at motherhood. I hoped to h*ll that he would eventually come back to me.

As I watched the little wolf pup wander ...