Roman's POV
Inside the room, I stood by the window, staring outside. The witch was finally dead, and my life was peaceful once more.
As a kid, I always wondered what I ever did to deserve such a mother who only cared for herself and didn't feel any remorse when one of her kids died and another was about to.
Other kids had loving mothers; my brother and I used to watch those kids cozying up to their mothers while we only longed for such love and affection. It was always a foreign feeling which we couldn't get despite having a mother.
I tried my best to care for my little brother and to not let him feel unloved, but in the end, I failed and he died. What if I was stronger and could protect him? But I was nothing but a child.
After she sold me to the traffickers, I had already given up on my life. That abuse was unbearable; the world felt dark, painful and full of monsters. My own mother felt like a monster to me.
