My hand smooths over my stomach as I stare at myself in the mirror with another “should” percolating in my head: I should have told him the truth.
Even now, my stupid heart squeezes painfully at the thought of Demyen taking back every hateful word he’s ever said and welcoming our baby into this world with the same warmth and enthusiasm he welcomed Willow with.
Willow…
No. I can’t think of her. I can’t bring her sweet memories into this terrible place. I don’t want the torture Master will put me through to be filled with echoes of my sweet little girl’s laughter.
I grab one of the pillows next to my head, clamp it over my face, and scream.
This time, I scream in rage.
This time, the pain is from deep within.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him for everything. For being so caring and c
