I Just Wished To Have You For The Rest Of My Life

After losing three children in succession, Adeline Wyndham knelt before her mother's tombstone, holding a box of toys and stood solemnly.

“Mum, the five-year period is almost over. I want to divorce Damian. I’ll take the boxes of toys meant for my three children and leave this place.”

There was no one else in the cemetery. A breeze rustled through the leaves, soft and whispering, as if her mother were replying.

Five years ago, Adeline’s mother, her only family, had died of a serious illness. On her deathbed, she had held Adeline’s hand and made her promise something important.