C8 Eight

My son is dead.

His words resounded in my thoughts, like an incessant bell tolling in my head. My sister's son has passed away, leaving a void in my rejected mate's life. My nephew is dead. After many years, I experienced a moment of vulnerability as a small tear dripped from my eye. His words had a profound effect on me, causing me to break down, even though I was a cold and heartless person