I leaned over the bed slightly and was debating if I wanted to get up, the scent of chemicals in the clinic was making me feel dizzy. I felt like I needed fresh air and to get away, away from Ezra and away from everyone in general. My chest felt tight as my throat threatened to close on me as my long onyx hair fell over my shoulders and my face. I needed to cry and to punch something, I wanted to dig my claws into the soil and take off into a run.
“Baby…” Ezra started as a hint of worry was woven within his tone.
“You killed our child Ezra,” I said after a moment as I finally allowed my bare feet to touch the cool tile floor.
He remained silent at my words as he knew that I was right and that he would be foolish if he started to apologize now. No apology could forgive what he had don
