Lydia
My soul is weeping.
Every part of me is in agony, skin, stomach, and chest, but my soul is in worse shape than my body. Because the thought of losing my baby defeats any physical injury.
I was so happy when the pregnancy stick showed positive—shocked, yes, but also delighted.
I wanted the little life in my stomach, and I'm confident Avery would have felt the same way. That's part of why this kills me. I saw a future for us three, a vision of us being happy...
"Why did she ruin that?" I sob and watch the tears fall onto the floor inside my room.
I'm on the floor even though my body is healing quicker than I thought possible. Victoria said it's the child sacrificing its life to heal me. The thought of that makes me spill more tears.
Was Victoria's words the truth? Or did sh
