Chapter 106
After nearly an hour of grabbing book after book, flipping through the index, and skimming page after page of useless information, Branwen squeezed her eyes shut and tugged two handfuls of her hair. Digging through more of Fiona’s treasured and well-used tomes was not going to save her.
The only things she’d found might have helped weeks ago. Not one thing was likely to work as she neared her second trimester, at least nothing that wasn’t too toxic and dangerous to try. Even the things she had found took far too long.
She had no doubt Faolin, and John, would be watching her too closely for anything like that.
She’d waited too late.
She was down to the awful nightmarish methods of desperate women over too many long years. Coat hangers, long needles, blows to the stomach.
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