James.
Throughout my entire life, I thought I had known pain. However, when I saw my daughter die before my eyes, I realized I didn’t even know what pain was. The pain of losing a child isn’t something that I wish any parent to ever have to go through.
The burning ache of losing my daughter was a feeling that would never be able to go away, a void in my chest that would forever remain empty. She was my pride and joy, my only child, my everything, and even though Becca was pregnant with my child, it was an idea that I still couldn’t wrap my head around.
How could I process anything when my sweet Taliana was gone?
“James, I’m so sorry for your loss,” Greg, the federal agent who had been working with me, said as he stood at the back of the open ambulance doors.
I was angry with him. He w
