The Burden of Blame

SERAFINA

Dante had been a very welcome, loving, and warm distraction from all the emotions and the pain I was fighting inside.

He had occupied my mind when I helped him to bed, when I read him a story, and when he fell asleep and I just sat there on his bed, watching him sleep, seeing him taking in and out air, the rise and fall of his chest as I slowly and tenderly stroked his hair.

But when Dar