Sonya
I sat at the edge of the bed in the guest wing of the packhouse, staring blankly at the wall, my fingers tangled in the loose threads of the comforter.
Everything had unraveled.
Caleb had left the hospital angrily. He even asked never to see me again.
I had expected him to be heartbroken, of course. We had lost a child. That pain ran deeper than words could reach. But instead of turning to me, his partner, he trusted the lies.
And I had no idea where he had gone.
For hours, I paced. For hours more, I cried. And now… now I was just numb.
Confused.
Angry.
So angry.
But not at Caleb, I was angry at her.
Sophia.
She was the reason everything was falling apart.
Every time I tried to break her, to put her in her place, to remind her she was beneath me, she rose higher. Eve
