Olivia
The clock in the waiting room seemed to tick slower than usual, and my stomach felt tightly wound like a cord waiting to snap.
I kept replaying all the ‘what if’ scenarios in my head, from the worst-case ones to the somewhat bearable. Everything had seemed fine during my last visit, but knowing that the witch had something to do with all of this made me uneasy.
If she found out we were still scheming to stop her, what would she do to my unborn child? What would she do with Elliot and Aurora?
“Olivia?” the receptionist finally called out, her voice pulling me back to reality.
“That’s me,” I said, standing up and shoving the mountain of ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’ and other parenting magazines back onto the table.
“The doctor will see you in Room 3
