Nights bleed into days, and days back into night, the uncertainty of waking up the next day, or the satanic shiver of thoughts linking to the death of the child in my womb, was something I had to live with. An angels sin lead to the gate between hell, and the physical world, break open. Green eyes, kept me going, but my child was eating away my sanity, and my heart beat. Could angels sin? Could love truly overshadow evil? Was I safe behind open doors?Todos os Direitos Reservados