invincible, that my pain was a performance. Two bodyguards grabbed m

It was cold and smelled of dust. A larg

ideo of th

aby.

small chest opened up. I saw the heart, my son's

hroat. I pounded on the locked door, my fists bloodyi

e ans

ned. Blood started to soak through my thin dress. The pain was so intense I slid down the door and onto th

An eternity of d

r stood there, looking at me on the floor with cont

to Mrs. Miller

nd staircase, leaving a faint trail of blood behind me. I went to Sarah's bedroom. The door was slightl

right outside her door. I curled up, clutching

acelet on my ankle agai

on the device fl

rmed. The organizati

st had to survive f