𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. Now, I stare at the one match that could destroy everything we've gained. Me. I thought I had the tools, the knowledge, to thrive... to survive, but I was wrong. When you can't hide it, fight it, or mask it, there's only one thing left to do. Run. I've always strived for perfection. I've had to. It's been expected, demanded of me. Until Alexandra. She never expects perfection. She only expects... me. I've experienced loss in its worst and truest form, and they say history is cyclical. How long do I have with her until my actions take her away? Sometimes, it feels like I'm a pawn in the chess game of my life. But I will protect my friends, my family, and my son from anything that could harm them. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞.