OCTAVIA POV

I was back into my husband's room, only to find him playing childish with Martin and once more the depression kicks in.

I can't bare this anymore.

My husband has been reduced to a child.

The mare thought of that brings tears to my eyes.

I try preventing the out pour but to no avail. They just escape uncontrollable.

Why is life so unfair, I struggle endlessly but still nothing.

At this point I just feel like giving up.

I mean what is the point, my husband is not coming back anytime soon, I know the doctor just doesn't want to admit it.

I am hurt, more than...