Mara
We lingered quietly on the cliffside, the gentle breeze offering minimal comfort as I held Lucian, feeling the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat gradually returning to normal.
None of us had expected this tragedy—but the signs had been there. Dr. Green had warned us months ago about potential complications from Tina’s reckless use of medications to mimic pregnancy symptoms.
Despite my dislike for Tina, seeing her collapse under the crushing reality of her actions had moved something deep within me. Motherhood could fundamentally change a person—and it seemed to have done so instantly for Tina.
In mere moments, her obsession with Lucian vanished, replaced by raw remorse and profound regret. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder how she ever thought she’d get away with such a danger
