I’m a nervous wreck come Monday morning. I sit on the edge of my bed feeling like I’m going to pass out. I’m hyperventilating and I can’t calm myself down. Scarlett walks into my room with a mug of peppermint tea and some Vegemite toast. When her eyes meet mine, they widen and she quickly places the mug and plate on the floor and kneels in front of me. She grabs my cheeks and forces me to look at her.
“Tell me what’s wrong Belle. How can I fix this?” Her eyes are wild and searching every inch of my face.
“I can’t do this.” I whisper.
“Yes, you can. You are the strongest woman I know. Look what you’ve overcome these past few years.” She praises me. She’s such a good friend.
“How can I walk into a room with both Jasper and Carter in it? I need to protect my baby.” I mutter.
“Neither of
