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Century Fox.
She feels as if her entire world has begun to crumble around her, as if she is being swallowed whole by the earth itself. Her heart is a thousand miles away, hiding from the truth they once sought. She places her son in his crib and rubs tummy as he sleeps. He grows everyday, looking just like his father. She prays that they won't share the same fate. That William won't have to suffer like his parents have. Pulling the covers over herself she waits for sleep to come.
She dreams of him coming in the cover of night, of him crawling into her cold, solitary bed, wrapping his warm arms around her, rinsing away the forlorn ache in her heart. She can smell him now; feel his long fingers dance across her skin. She can almost hear him whisper in her ear. "I love you."
She awakens to the sounds of her son babbling to himself. William looks up at her, trust and unconditional love shinning in his eyes, as his mother stands over him. He looks over to the framed picture of his father, the one she had placed beside his crib. A word came to him. "Dada."
She feels as if her entire world has begun to crumble around her, as if she is being swallowed whole by the earth itself. Her heart is a thousand miles away, hiding from the truth they once sought. She places her son in his crib and rubs tummy as he sleeps. He grows everyday, looking just like his father. She prays that they won't share the same fate. That William won't have to suffer like his parents have. Pulling the covers over herself she waits for sleep to come.
She dreams of him coming in the cover of night, of him crawling into her cold, solitary bed, wrapping his warm arms around her, rinsing away the forlorn ache in her heart. She can smell him now; feel his long fingers dance across her skin. She can almost hear him whisper in her ear. "I love you."
She awakens to the sounds of her son babbling to himself. William looks up at her, trust and unconditional love shinning in his eyes, as his mother stands over him. He looks over to the framed picture of his father, the one she had placed beside his crib. A word came to him. "Dada."