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Kellen
My children, my wife, my life. I fall to the floor on all fours. If I thought last year was bad, this is worse, so much worse. Why would she think we wanted her to get involved with anyone? Doesn’t she trust us? How can she not trust us? We’ve loved her. I’ve loved her, talked to her loads, told her she was enough. She is everything. And now she’s gone. Taken the boys and left.
Xander’s prostate on the floor. Crying. Pulling at his hair. I feel the cold fingers of dread grip my heart. How am I going to help him? He put his heart and soul on the line for me, and for her. How could it have got to this? With our hubris and egos, we’ve killed us all.