Eden
Day Five
Angie woke with a start, hands clutching her chest.
Her baby. He was dead.
She lay on the thin mattress for a minute, and let reality settle in. She didn’t like it. But it was the truth.
The therapist she’d had for three short weeks told her she needed to accept that Malachi was gone, but that acceptance had eluded her—until now. Maybe it was the threat of her own demise, but she finally felt she could live, even without him.
And she needed to quit drinking. It hadn’t helped. Had only masked the pain and she’d almost lost the rest of her family because of it. Truth be told, the whole reason she was in this mess was because she just had to have a drink after lunch. Alcohol was no longer her friend.
hadThis fresh outlook reminded her that she had to get out of here, an
