Why would you do that? she wanted to scream, to shake him. Why would you do that? But Hiroshi was only five. He had only done what he had been taught by his teachers, his distant father, and his monster of a mother. They had created a little boy who was ready to give his life to kill his enemies. A true Matsuda. Misaki’s head dropped onto Hiroshi’s tiny shoulder. The monster crumbled and she was just a woman, just a mother who had failed her son.
