Helpless!...

Helena's POV…

'Aaron, why are you doing this to me? Haven't you taken enough already?' she thought to herself feeling bitter towards him. It was her that he wanted, she should be the one affected not Joe and Emma! Why did he have to go after them when they had nothing to do with this?

Helena's remorseful eyes wandered to Emma whose mouth was quivering uncontrollably, resting on the couch that they had dragged closer to the blaze. Her leopard print extra thick blanket was wrapped tightly around her up to her neck and she had on a thick jersey and some mittens inside. Joe was close by,seated on the floor, equally trembling with his hands held open in front of him, trying to draw in some heat into his body.

Had she known five years ago that things would end up this way, she would have never spoken to Aaron at Dahlias wedding. On that day, Helena had arrived late for the reception and as a result, been seated on a table with a group of strangers, of which Aaron happened to be one of them