a vow I kept to prevent my "disaster proph
s my entire universe, the one
lfriend, Jessica, sent Noah-who was terrified of dogs-to
that Noah "didn't make it," handing me a small
ating truth and the remnants of our son
gs as "trash," then threw the sacred fragments to his
a weapon against me, now became an unbear
my world crumbled, the dam broke, and a
cade and a half, returned
l pay for this. Everything
ared, "Your child will not live, and fire will consu
her's curse, freshly spoken, and the worl