CHAPTER FORTY TWO

"Aren't you excited to be home?" I asked as I pushed the wheelchair Sora sat but he ignored me as he read the book in his hands.

Sora was mad at me for various reasons. He was mad mostly because I wanted to keep the new baby, mad that I brought him home when he wasn't ready to face anyone and mad at me because of he is scared I'll leave him.

If the situations were different; I would have called it a hopelessly cute jealousy but that wasn't the case.

Facing a long term trauma, the doctor diagnosed him with CPTSD; Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He had other mental distraughts but it was best to just name one.

The pain of watching his outbursts in anger, fear, sorrow and shame was more painful than the thought of death. Sora was alive but he wasn't living, he was breathing but no life in him and sadly, I can't let the kids see him like this especially Ren. It would crush Ren's soul to see the mother his known all six years of his life, unresponsive and