Chapter 14 Georgia
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Don’t you dare have that baby without me.
-Freema
After two days, the general misery of constantly itching abated and her skin cleared somewhat. Angry red patches still graced her hands and arms. She applied the anti-itch cream in a thick layer, pushing up the sleeves of her sweater while the cream dried.
The steroids made sleep impossible. Exhaustion had a tight grip on her but even when she lay down in her comfortable bed, she couldn’t sleep.
The enforced bedrest was worse than the itching and the sleeplessness. Having nothing to do but watch films or read sounded delightful, but nothing held her interest. Her mind kept drifting to the baby—the kit.
First impression: fear. She wasn’t a grown-up or responsible and under no circumstances should she be allowed t
