Weeks started passing by quicker than they should have been. There was still no sign of Thomas anywhere. I started to think Jack had killed him just to get at me for some reason. If Jack had anger he should take it out of me, not my kids. I barely ate anything, and I didn't have the strength to take care of my own kids. Mr. Knight was having to do everything with Emily, and Damion.
I didn't care anymore if they understood or not. Their father most likely hurt Thomas. I couldn't blame them. It wasn't their fault, but I couldn't show them love right now. I hated myself right now. If it wasn't for me, Thomas would be safe. At home with his parents. All of this made me regret coming to America.
No one tried to talk to me, I wouldn't respond anyway. Every noise I heard made me rush to it to see if it was Thomas coming home. I stayed in bed alone. Not wanting to deal with anyone. Mr. Knight would get me to drink and eat. Just to keep my strength up. Just in case, Thomas came home.