CHAPTER 50
“Now, you just lie down and ring this bell if you need anything, and I’ll come here in a jiffy.”
Jillian did her best to smile. Connie had been doting over her all night. Her aunt was so distraught at the news of the miscarriage, she could hardly drive home.
“I’m just so sorry this is happening, hon. I feel like it’s all my fault. Do you think it’s something you ate?”
Jillian could hardly pay attention. The cramping was so bad each peak sent waves of nausea cascading through her entire system. Connie could go ahead and mourn the baby who would never be.
Jillian was just trying to survive the miscarriage itself.
“You should be back with Grandma Lucy,” she told her aunt, who insisted on tucking her in beneath the prayer quilts as if Jillian had been a little toddler.
Connie
