Issahil

Branches snapped and leaves rustled as I plunged deeper into the forest on all fours.

My breath came out in ragged gasps as I ran blindly, the forest a blur around me, my thoughts a torrent of emotion. 

I had no idea where I was running to or why I was running…only that I was overwhelmed. 

My heart was in shambles. The image of my son, Erlind kept popping in my head. His giggles. His touch. His warmth.

How could they suggest such a thing? What kind of a mother am I if I can't save my son? But what kind of monster would I be if I killed...