That look of her son looking up at her and those beautiful eyes speaking to her that she was his everything as she breastfed him. She recalled his first steps and him saying momma for the first time. His smile as he came home from kindergarten with his picture of her, so proud he was, that look that would propel her forward to do her best for him, that look that would keep her going when his worthless father left her for a younger woman, that look that she was addicted to, that look she hoped would repeat itself with her grandson or granddaughter yet to be. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Seconds later her breathing and heart stopped as she sensed the final scream of agony of 10 billion souls dying all at once just as a far-off flash of light signaled the destruction of ForwardAreaMoon! Fran collapsed onto the floor crying. No more son, the loss of that look of love and hope and possibilities, no chance of grandchildren! No more smiling faces on birthdays, no one to visit on holidays, only a future of tears and heartache and of endless loneliness! No happiness ever again only despair! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view... Fatal Dark Aggressor