I wonder if he’d like her. If he’d look at her with the same cold gaze he did me that last time we saw each other, or if he’d let himself thaw. If he’d be warm with her as he once was with me.
I wonder if he’d smile.
It’s pointless, I scold myself. You’ve already made your choice.
I don’t regret what I did. It was the only play I had left. The only thing that would let my child grow up free from the shackles I’ve struggled against all my life.
I had to break the cycle. I had to break free.
Even if it meant breaking free from him.
“Seriously? You’re already sleeping again?” I let out a laugh.
In my arms, Nugget coos tiredly. She’s a real sleepyhead—a dream baby, honestly. Just as cozy as she was in my belly, though I have no idea where she gets it from. Certainly not from me.
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