Each day in the past 9 months only felt like a day after forever.
Never did a day pass without the brewing conflict shooting through her mind with a deep torture of guilt, pioneered by her own greed to have both chocolate and vanilla.
The report files strongly suggested that the baby had died, weeks before she was captured and left to die in a deep pool of water. And the cause? Her!
“I did not kill my child, Ethan, I did not.” she echoed beneath her breath, lost in her spiral thoughts. She could barely see a soul in the room aside from Ethan. An invisible Ethan.
“Is everything okay, ma'am?”
Consciousness took a flash trip back to her body, which looked electrocuted, causing her to jerk steadily, just enough to shake off the suspicion that things weren't going well.
“Oh. Oh.. uh..
