I looked over at him, as they took him out of the room.
“Goodbye, stranger.” I told him, for I did not feel as if I knew him anymore.
“Your son may miss you.” I admitted, remembering my child back home. “But you will never touch him again.”
I instantly felt guilty, the pain cut through my chest.
Could I have saved Mikky? Could I have brought him back home with us?
“No.” I silently tell myself. “It wasn’t me that did the damage.. it was the truth that proved him guilty.”
I still remember Mikky’s glossy blue eyes as they led him out the door. Was that tears that I saw in the eyes of the man who had broken me?
I did not wave goodbye, nor did I acknowledge him. “You can never hurt me or our son again.” I said firmly.