I've been a single mother for at least a month now. After my parents died, me and my husband, who was really just a close friend, decided there was no need to continue the forced marriage.

My teenage son went out to get ice cream alone, and suddenly I got word he'd been kidnapped. I was about to go on a rampage before a mysterious looking woman my age was brought in cuffed by guards. I saw my son behind them and took him in my arms, assuming she was the kidnapper I stared her down.