Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He never left Rosita's side, keeping watch over her-and over the promise he'd sworn to keep for a lifetime.

On the third day, Irwin began to throw a fit at Southcreek Manor.

He only had Sylvie for company now; his dad hadn't come home in three days, and even though Irwin begged to go to the hospital to see Mom Rosita, his father wouldn't allow it.

Irwin felt trapped-frustrated, hurt, and deep down, more afraid than anything else.

Ever since he got back from the hospital a few days ago, he'd been plagued by nightmares. Every night, he dreamed of his mom and dad cradling their new baby while he stood all alone in the corner, forgotten.

That night, the nightmares returned.

In his dream, he kept calling out for his parents, but no matter how loud he shouted, they never heard him.

He woke up with a start. The little nightlight by his bed cast a soft glow across the room, but the emptiness only made him feel more alone.

Fear crept in. Hugging the stuffed animal Briony had bought him, Irwin sobbed and sobbed, clutching it tightly until exhaustion pulled him back under.

The following morning, Sylvie prepared breakfast as usual and went upstairs to wake Irwin.

She knocked before gently pushing open the door. "Sweetheart, breakfast is ready. Time to get up-"

caught in her

room, staring in disbelief at the empty

"Irwin?"

called out, panic rising in her voice, as

one. The bathroom

Sylvie dashed

where are

say something! Don't scare me like this, I'm begging

raced downstairs, but

ran to check the

the sun was even up, Irwin had slipped

his stuffed animal. Tears streamed down his

empty living room, calling out "Daddy" and "Mommy"

the cameras, but Sylvie, fast asleep in the

Irwin opened the front door by himself and disappeared

this, she felt as if the floor had dropped out from under her. She collapsed, stunned and

over-she was

rang at