Cynthia Dion:
I had fainted after losing blood. I couldn't recall what transpired, who had whisked me away, or, dare I say, who had control over me now. However, one thing was certain; happiness was no longer in my future.
I was conscious of my profound loss – the ability to bear children had slipped through my grasp. Fainting had provided a brief respite before the waves of grief washed over me.
"Eh!" I moaned while in bed, attempting to stir but discovering my body to be uncooperative. Astonishingly, I wasn't tethered to anything, which went against my initial assumption. I was simply unwell.
"Hey! Don't move," I heard a familiar voice caution. I recognized the voice and knew to whom it belonged. I hurriedly opened my eyes, only to be met by the sight of Atticus by my bedside. A sco
