I was back in Sunset Valley where Nick and I grew up. Being back reminded me of the simpler times…before marriage, before parenthood, before the business move… …back when Nick and I first fell in love. I drove until I pulled up in front of a big house; colonial style…
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Driving away was hard, because I desperately wanted Nick back. Not the Nick that I’d just left behind, but the Nick I knew before Carmina came along. I should have been happy to be leaving…I was finally rid of Carmina, but the cost…the cost was far too high. As I…
I stopped by the police station to pick up my car and then to the hospital after leaving the café. I entered the intensive care expecting to see Nick and Carmina… …instead, there was a nurse changing the sheets of the bed that Carmina was in just a few hours…
I stepped out of the taxi feeling light-headed and dizzy. I reminded myself to breathe. I couldn’t tell exactly how old the little girl was, but I knew that if she was my baby that she was seven. I also knew that if she was my baby, then she only…
My police escort parked the car in front of the hospital and led me into the building. He stopped and asked a nurse that was sitting at a desk for Carmina’slocation. After she told him, I followed him to intensive care. It didn’t take us very long to find Nick…
The police didn’t even bother to cuff me…there was no way I was going to resist arrest. The older cop led me into an interrogation room and forced me into a chair. “Did you try to kill your daughter?” He asked with his back turned as if he was having…
I continued to check the newspaper daily during the seven years that Carmina was with us. I just couldn’t figure out why she was never reported missing or who she belonged to…and why weren’t they trying to find her? Why wasn’t I arrested and in prison for my crime? Just…
By the time Carmina turned seven… …she was controlling everything I did. It was like trying to climb a fence with a vicious Pit-bull on the other side…watching my every move. Except in my life, Carmina was the Pit-Bull. One false move and she attacked. She used others to…
I took Carmina to the store just as she demanded. “I want to go to the toy store,” she said as I approached the car. “I need a dollar to ride the bouncer,” she ordered; never bothering to say please or thank you. Carmina rode the bouncing ride at least…
At age 4, Carmina was a master of deception. She possessed a sweet innocence that would fade seamlessly into a cruel manipulation without warning. “Mommy! I made this for you!” My life was full of uncertainties, because I never knew what to expect with her. “Come on mommy! You have…