Agnes's POV
Breastfeeding was the one thing that had brought me back to myself after the rescue of my son.
Aiden's mouth, the weight of him in my arms, the warmth of him that was different from every other warmth in the world. My body remembering what it was for.
I looked down at him.
He was looking up at me with the focused intensity of someone conducting very important business, and I felt the familiar tightness in my chest that had been living there since I had gotten him back - fear of losing him again, which I understood was going to live in me for a long time regardless of how safe he was.
I was going to leave.
I knew this.
I was going to leave. For my son. For me.
I was going to take Aiden and I was going to find somewhere quiet and small and mine, and I was going to build something that didn't include my heart making terrible decisions and my thoughts filled with my sister's husband.
