The Hands That Hold Me
Sometimes we stumble into things that are bigger than us, things not meant for us. I only wanted to find my friend. I only wanted to reunite her with her two kids so they could grow up with their mom to cheer and support them their whole lives. I only wanted my friend back, to see her infectious smile once more. Instead, I’m now in the hands of her killer, the man responsible for making her disappear, the one who took her away, leaving no way for her to find her way back. Im in the hands i know all too well but now, not at all -the hands of my husband.