15 minutes. That’s how long it took for Connor to pass. 15 minutes you were gone. 15 minutes and your baby was gone. And he still had Iris. Mattheo saw the rage in your eyes, and knew he couldn’t stop you. Not now.

Everything was a blur. One second you were staring at the eyes once so full of love, completely empty. The next? You had a knife held to the murderer’s son, while he watched. His boot was pressed against Iris’ cheek, pinning her to the floor.

“Release. Or I cut.” You demanded, quietly. A warning.

“Let the boy go. Your fight’s with me.” Tom spoke calmly, but the panic in his eyes betrayed him. Good. Feel scared, asshole.

“Baby, what are you doing? Let him go. You don’t wanna do this.” Mattheo whispered, watching your every move.

“Mama, don’t kill him.” Iris choked, and Tom pressed his boot harder to her cheek.

“A son, for a son.” You hissed, eyes glued to Tom.

Mattheo realized there was no getting to you. You were too far gone. The anger. Grief. Rage.