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Perhaps Damon Donovan's death was God's mercy, for if I had laid hands on him, I would have torn him apart, just like Kisha. Any insult seems little to such a son of a bitch.

It doesn't take a genius to know that, after Damon's death and Elena's disappearance, Kisha is involved.

I open the door and go out, I need air. Breathing is difficult knowing that I do not have my wife with me, that's why I say I prefer her to oxygen, I need her more.

I walk back and forth on the sidewalk. When will this hell end? When will I hold my son in my arms and look at my beautiful wife at the same time, without worrying about some maniac after my happiness?

I feel the cell phone vibrate again. I answer before I even look at the caller ID.

"Granger" I say between nervousness and impatience.

"Aaron" his sweet voice fills my ears.

It's her.

For a moment, I think it's a hallucination. Am I really hearing your voice? A tired, low and unwelcoming tone, but it's her voice.

"Elena" I call in a whisper. I hear t