His First Love, My Son's Grave

essings to the Maxwell ranch, transforming its b

and our son, Kay, was a vibrant symbol of this

aid, Ethan's past

a shady psychic, demanded Kay's sacred turquoise amulet-a pr

, violently ripped the amulet fr

my arms, while Ethan, oblivious to his son's

yet for him, it was m

, my hands brutally broken by Ethan himself, I wondered: how could the m

ng in the dust, the man

onsume me, my ancestors whisper

ready to embrace my true power and witness the