CHAPTER 59
For as long as she lived, she would never stop crying.
Rivers of tears, endless streams flowing down her face.
Searing hot like lava. Burning her skin.
“It’s the right thing,” she whispered. “I know it is.”
Ricky leaned over and kissed her forehead. She hated to think about how sweaty and gross she was after the delivery. She hadn’t stepped foot out of this hospital in weeks. While she was stuck here on bedrest after her water broke six weeks too early, she’d sworn she’d be the happiest woman in the world when she finally got to step outside. Summer was over, and she’d missed all of it either working for her uncle or lying around here.
Thank God Ricky was here. She would have lost her mind completely if it weren’t for his daily visits. Sometimes he’d curl up with her, and
