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Josh Brentwood
I shuffled into the house after three days to find Erica sprawled on the couch, her hair in disarray.
It looked like she had been waiting for me and fallen asleep.
“Oh Erica,” I groaned out, knowing fully well my conscience won’t let me walk past her.
No matter what she had done, I still had to remember that she had carried a heavy burden on her. No doubt the heaviness of her lie had caused her to lose our child.
I was disappointed in her but yet, i held her in my arms, taking her into the bedroom and laying her on the soft bed as her body sunk into the mattress.
Erica stirred in her sleep, taking up more space as she slept comfortably.
I laughed, shaking my head at the way she had her legs splayed from side to side.
Without wasting anymore time, I hopped into th
