“Oh, how I would have loved to have raised a child with you and held that dear son or daughter and chased them and cuddled them and loved them as you have taught me. Oh, how I would have loved all of that, but, my dear, I do not believe it will be so. I do not see how it can be. I am not allowed the happiness you are, my sweet.” He paused a moment before taking a deep, silent breath. “I will never be allowed it. For you will never truly be mine. “Sleep.”
