The Scent of His Vengeance

minder of his mother' s tragic death that he blamed on my family. Tonight, I w

was happening again. The baby, our seventh, was

' t even do that." He wanted me to suffer, to feel the same emptiness his mother felt, for the rest of my life. The next day, he paraded me at a gala, a trophy for his business associate

an for whom my babies' "essence" was harvested, gloated over my mos

rew it, and Daniel' s ashes spilled into the birdbath, dissolving into murky water. I cradled my hands, bleeding as I tried to sc

ur soul. I want you to suffer until you beg for a death I will never grant you." As the world faded, I welcomed the darkness, whispering my children' s names. He released me, then ripped my dre