Natalie,
I walked down the corridor as I leaned against Petrus’s strong body. My legs were still shaking and my heart was pounding harshly against my chest.
I felt like having another panic attack, but I bit the inside of my mouth and didn’t stop even when I tasted blood.
I can’t have another panic attack and lose myself to fear again. I need to be strong for me and for my sick baby.
I’m his mother and I’m the one who is supposed to save him. I can’t afford to act like that. I must be strong to atone for what I have done to him.
I know I’m the reason why he is sick. The doctor said that it is a birth defect, but why should he have that unless it was because of me?
I wasn’t careful enough during my pregnancy as I kept moving from one state to the other. I didn’t eat, sleep, or live we
