"I froze. Panic took over. My body felt like it was no longer my own, my limbs heavy, my breath shallow. My mind screamed at me to move, to do something, but I was paralyzed.
He was laying there, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the war raging inside me.
For a split second, I thought about what would happen if I ended it right there. But I couldn’t move. I wanted to check on Kristen, to hold her, to tell her it would be okay—but my feet were cemented to the floor.
I did the only thing I knew to do in that moment—I prayed."