Silvia sat down, running her fingers over the picture of Xavier, their first son, who was still staying with his nanny because of the tension between her and her husband when Ralph had lost his memory. Ralph didn't want him then, and she also didn't want him around until it was absolutely safe for him to be brought back.
Staring at his picture now made her feel a wave of guilt. Was she a terrible mother for doing what she did? She couldn't help but feel like she was the cruelest woman that had ever lived.
He would be five in December; his birthday normally fell on The Royal Association's anniversary. Maybe that was the reason Ralph didn't really care when he was ill. When he got better, though, both of them had constantly kept in touch with the nanny. The constant threats to their lives had pushed them to make the tough decision of keeping him away, ultimately for his safety.
That was not enough, though. She felt like a stone should be fastened to her neck at this rate. Damn it! How co
