I used to believe that pain had a limit. That at some point, your heart would shatter so many times that it would simply stop feeling.
But as I continued to sit on the cold floor of bedroom in my apartment with my arms wrapped tightly around my stomach, I realized I had been wrong.
The pain didn’t stop. It only changed, grew and morphed into something else. Something heavier. Something darker.
I didn’t know how long I sat there and stared blankly at the floor. My thoughts were tangled…they were a mess of memories and questions that had no answers.
My family—my own flesh and blood—hadn’t just betrayed me by supporting Liam’s marriage to my sister. No, that hadn’t been enough. One of them had gone further. They had paid off doctors to make me believe I was barren. They had deliberately
