How I lost you. Blackherst J.

You would also believe that everyone is asserted by one voice - your loved ones, doctor, police, right? I do not remember what happened, but they told me that I killed my three -month son Dylan. I was judged and sent to the psychiatric hospital "Octle", where I left my deadline.

Four weeks ago I was released ahead of schedule. I created a new personality of Emma Cartreit and moved to a small town where no one knows my story. This morning I received an envelope addressed to my former name. Inside is a photograph of a four -year -old boy named Dylan.

And now I doubt everything that I believed before this day. Since I have no memories of that terrible event, how can I really know that he is dead? Be at least the slightest chance that your son is alive, what would you go to return him?