Kimberly
The clock on the wall ticked with a cruel sort of rhythm. Each second felt like a reminder of how time was moving forward while I stayed stuck—trapped in this mansion, this life, this bond I never asked for.
I sat curled up on the couch, knees to my chest, a throw blanket wrapped tightly around me like it could shield me from the weight of everything pressing down. Kendrick’s words still echoed in my ears.
“You are carrying my child.”
I was indeed carrying his child. But was that what I wanted?
I wasn’t sure.
I wasn't sure if Kendrick could change.
I wasn't sure if trusting him was a good decision, but I knew that I killing my baby wasn't an option either.
As much as this child was Kendrick’s it was mine too, and inqouod do all that it takes to protect my child and make
