At 4 o’clock in the morning, Lena was sitting on the floor of her closet, leaning against the wall, dozing, with a grey toy wolf clutched in her beautiful but thin hands.The unexpected encounter with her old lover, Vincent, broke the wall she had tried so hard to build inside her. At that moment, it was the safety and happiness of both her children, Angela and Lucas, that stopped her from punching that son of bitch in the face, even killing him.After tucking Angela in as always, she went back to her own room and took out those toys, stationery, and clothes she had prepared for her poor son, Lucas.She knelt on the floor of the closet, caressed, and kissed every piece of those stuff as if they were her son himself. Tears couldn’t help but rush out of her eyes again. Lena hated herself even more for letting those two heartless monsters take away her child.She cried, cursed, begged, and prayed to God, wishing she could take a look at her son, even just a peek. That empty hole in her h
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