"Charles, please let me go. My son is sick." She cried praying to him. The hands that enveloped her so guarded fell to the sides as he gazes down at her in a blow. A faint nod of his head in asking her the question the most dreaded..... his eyes stare down at her in shock. Aliza replies looking down to her feet. "Yes, Asher is sick and he is my son."

Charles's hands formed to fists making the knuckles turn white as he digests the heart wrecking truth revealed to him. In a numb feeling breakdown he walked to the window turning his back to her and blinked his...