I thought I was going to kill him. The knives were a few feet away, but he was still holding the baby. My hands were trembling and I felt out of control. I never thought I would get the numbers right and when I did, I never thought they would answer, it was 3 in the morning after all.
I was sobbing, hiding in the closet, begging my father to calm me down. The sound of his voice was soothing. I didn't think I was going to make it, I didn't think my husband and I were going to make it. All I could think of was this gut wrenching sadness that had gripped me.