My Child Is Dead

The day our child died, my husband, Henderson, was not the least bit sad. The day after my child’s funeral, I saw him with another woman. She was… my child’s tutor, and the one who killed him. *** I traveled back in time with the help of a shaman to save my child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back seven years ago. To the day after the night I had my child. “Henderson. Forget what happened last night. You and I will never meet again.” I left everything behind and left. I was just going to live quietly with my child… “Honey, help me.” The handsome maniac I had never seen before approached me, calling me honey. Why was that? “I want to be the father of your child.” “…” “You’re t...