On the outside, I was holding up nicely with all things considered. On the inside, I was all over the place. My focus in disarray, my mind a jumbled mess.
For the first time in eight years, I didn’t have my kids at my side every minute of the day. I understood Jules’s point of view, our kids were better off away from us for the time being, but it didn’t make it any easier. Who could protect my kids better than me?
The answer would always be no one. As Jules said, them being with me is a greater danger than them being at the safe house. Even with the extra security measures, I still couldn’t find any solace. Some might call it paranoia, but I’m going with a mother’s intuition. Nothing was adding up and everything in my heart was telling me that my kids weren’t safe no matter where they s
