I could feel her withdrawing. Her aura was stronger but we’d still lost a child the previous night. It didn’t matter how far along she’d been, she’d still been pregnant and I’d still been blind to it. I should’ve noticed sooner that she wasn’t okay and done something about it.
“Adara,” I said but she kept walking out of the room.
I had done it, I had broken her. She had said that last part with no emotion. She had tried and I had kicked her down every time. She was finally defeated and had given in. I didn’t want her to feel like this, I didn’t want to feel like this.
I went downstairs where she was busy getting bottles ready for the twins, and making coffee. I went to stand behind her and she moved away from me. I pulled her back towards me and I hugged her. She started crying again. “
