Udonna's POV

For the next seven years, I returned and again wept for my son. I didn't bother creating a storm those times. I was too tired and too hurt.

Tears streamed down my face and I sobbed out, "Bowen… my… baby… my… little… boy… my… son… my… child… Why?… did… this… happen... My… child… My… little… one… I… miss… you… Bowen… Too… young… shouldn't… have… died… murdered… only… baby… wish… I… knew… you… were… alive… somewhere… Want… you… home… Miss… you… so… much… Son… love… you… so… much… waiting… see… again… Not… let… go… Bowen… save… him… protect… baby… No… goodbye… Bowen… So… sorry… protect… no… choice… send… away… not… safe… Home… gone… Hope… happiness… finds… you… a… loving… family… care… love… you… way… I… do… Want… only… best… be… safe… wherever… you… are… Bowen…"

Some days, I would just cry. Other days I would whimper and choke out how much I wanted my son back.