What’s love got to do with it, got to do with it? …Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken. -Tina Turner
When you love someone, you give them the power to hurt you. The more you love them, the more power they have until they hold enough to completely destroy your life.
If you’re a special kind of lucky, then they can destroy the lives of those around you as well.
She missed her family, missed them with something that boarded on hysteria if she allowed herself time to think about it. But she didn’t really have much of a choice here.
(She was lying to herself, she had a choice. It’s just that the consequences of the other choices available weren’t something that she could live with.)
Mary glanced back at where her sons were sleeping. She’d left the cameras installed after Warren had left out of reflex. If it took longer than they’d initially predicted then he’d still be able to watch over his family even if he couldn’t be there in person. The fact that she now needed to use them for the same purpose was not reassuring.
“Maybe I should have left this to Al to take care of like he offered,” she murmured to herself as her youngest rolled over in bed, his face scrunching up.
Matt was likely having a nightmare, again. And she wasn’t there to sooth him through it should it actually wake him up this time. She’d likely not be there in the morning either.
It broke her heart to know that she was losing both her sons so slowly, but as Warren had said when they’d first separated, if they would live to grow up then the price was worth it.