My tears fell incessantly as I looked down on a tiny grave where both of my angels were buried.

“I wish I could have remembered their faces if ever the midwife showed them to me and carried them to bury here,” I whispered to Edison, my voice trembling terribly as sobs emerged from my throat. I was indeed saved from the pain for a matter of time.

And now I understand why Jonas had to do it because if he didn’t, I would have surely lost all the sanity that was left in me, and death would have been the only option left to free me from the torment. I...