Chapter 44 Crying Over Spilled Milk

Hudson's POV
My feet were firmly planted on the ground as I watched my daughter dash up the stairs. Never before had I felt such overwhelming guilt. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, and every inch of my skin felt like it was being torn apart. A throbbing headache seized my head as Ximena's words echoed in my mind: "If I leave, you will never see me again." Did she know she was going to die? I still couldn’t believe what I had heard. What have I done? I was the one who killed her. Why couldn’t I have been more understanding? Why didn’t I make room for her? What came over me? Why did I push her away? Why didn’t I listen to her when she pleaded with me, begging me to see reason?
I roared in frustration. I had lost the love of my life. I had robbed my daughter of her mother; again.