Eleanor
Three years later
It has been three years since the war, three years that I have been without Owen. Not a day goes by that I don't miss him, but time has made me used to the pain, has made it possible for me to find a way to go on. The day I gave birth to our son was the best and saddest day of my life. Gabriel was there, he was the one that held my hand and stood with me through it all, but I wanted Owen there, I wanted him to see his son's face, to be the first one to hold him. I cried and laughed and then cried some more and through all of it, Gabriel stayed. Two years later and he is still here, raising my son as if he is his own. In the beginning guilt ate at me, making me feel like I am cheating on Owen, that I am robbing him of the moments he should have with his son, and
