Chapter Thirty
S H A Y I brushed a strand of blonde hair from my daughter's face. A patch of freckles dotted her pale cheek. Her eyes were shut tight. Her right cheek pressed against her mother's chest, falling and rising in the same rhythm as Ashley's. They looked peaceful. So peaceful that I didn't want to bring them back into this nightmare. I was scared for us. Ashley is dying. My daughter is dying. A tear slipped out and trickled slowly down my cheek. I didn't want to actually think about it. But now it feels more real. Feels like it was about to happen in a few more terrifying moments. I was scared. So scared. I only felt like this when Sasha was in the operating room, giving birth to a dying Aldric. It started with the tip of my fingers, going to my head and down to my toes. I was shaking. I
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