In the end, I couldn’t remember if we had even finished the pie. It didn’t matter though.
It had been a fond memory, like many of the early days of our marriage.
As I blinked away the thoughts and returned to this unfamiliar kitchen, I felt a sort of emptiness inside of me. As well as a longing. In that moment, it didn’t matter that I was surrounded by people, I felt so alone.
I missed those times with Damien. I wanted to go back to him, to return to those days.
But now nothing would be the same.
He didn’t want me as a wife anymore, just a kept human, like a pet. And our child…?
Those memories would have to stay memories. I could never go back and risk this baby.
“What are you doing in here?” Sienna asked from the doorway, making me jump a little in surprise.
She looked at me with
