I am lost. I sit and wait with my anguish pushing against the back of my throat, my eyes seething with tears that cannot fall. I have the need, no, this elemental force that pushes me to protect, to defend and shield, but the one who needs my strength is not here. Anger and true hatred, emotions that are so foreign to me, rage and race from my heart to my mind and lap and re-lap each other, churning my stomach until the acid burns my lips. Where is my son and how do I protect him from his enemies?