Chapter 11 Loss

• ~Stuart~
• I stand at the bottom of the stairs in the packhouse, nervous as hell. I’ve been away; I’ve been grieving the loss of my daughter. The problem is that I’ve neglected the daughter I do have and my grandson. So many nights I spent crying over my lost child, and so many mornings I couldn’t pull myself out of bed.
• I have a void in my heart, and I don’t know if it will ever go away. If I’m being honest, I’m grieving for two of my daughters. Adela is dead, and Aida is gone. Deep down, I know I will never have that bond with Aida again. I’m not sure what her circumstances are, but I’m positive that they won’t lead her back to me.