Cole
I sat in Ivory's hospital room, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. Erin was sleeping on the couch, his small body curled up under the blanket. He looked so peaceful, so innocent.
If my mother wasn't so vicious, I would have sent him home, but I dared not expose my son to danger. The thought of him being caught in the crossfire of our family's chaos was too much to bear.
The pain I felt wasn't physical; it was deeper, gnawing at my very soul. I had been feeling useless long before I even realised it.
Knowing that Melissa wasn't the one we had buried, I began to wonder about Erin. Was he truly the one we laid to rest, or had we buried someone else in his stead? The dread of that possibility weighed heavily on me. If we had buried two unidentified people, then where we
