me anyway. Sometimes I wish he’d never been born. I hate him.”
I read it three times before it sank in.
It was my husband’s message.
My fingers went cold. My mind spun in disbelief.
This man — the one I thought would protect us, build a family with me — had written words filled with resentment and rejection toward our newborn son.
And in that moment, everything made sense.
The Instinct That Saved Us
Loki had known.
Long before I did, she had sensed something in him — a tension, a darkness,
