Chapter 53 Samantha

I'm here, I'm alive, for now.

I never imagined my life with Blake as a fairy tale, I never did nor did she believe in fairy tales, but that he was my prince is, he was, my dark prince who came to light because of me and by his appearance made me a woman who will never give in to any life again obstacle.

I didn’t expect our lives to be honey and milk, but never, not even for a moment I had no idea that so much would take my life, so much to load, to bleed my heart so many times. For whose sins do I suffer?

At the moment, I’m just not strong. No, while sitting in a chair into the children’s room, and for days I shed tears looking at the empty crib he’s in my Hanna should have gone home with me. She should have been drinking milk now, try the first bath, she should have woken us up in the morning or made us happy while she was we watch him sleep. We should have held her in our arms now, rocked her, and enjoyed that wonderful scent of a child.

But I didn’