It's strange how losing a loved one changes your perspective. You think the loss will destroy you, when in reality, it only makes you stronger. Remember that old saying: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. If they only knew how right they were.
But when you are faced with loss for the second time, what then? When you risk losing not just one person you love, but two or three or four?
Can you bear it?
But when the choice is between death and servitude, freedom and imprisonment, would you risk all you love?
I was ready.
After five years of heartache and trials, I was ready. Nothing would stop me, not when I was fighting for the life of the one reason for existence I still had.
I would not stop until she was free, until she was in my arms again. And heaven help whoever got in my way.
I was ready. At last.