Amelia’s POV
I crawled into bed, hiding under the covers. Curled on my side, I clung to my stomach with both hands, praying the pain would pass.
It wasn’t just my stomach that ached. Pulsing pinpricks seemed to prick my entire body, but in my maternal instinct, I wanted to protect my child above all.
I was powerless though. The pain wouldn’t stop, and as the night continued, it only became worse and worse.
Grabbing my phone, I had a wild thought of calling Jake and asking for his rescue. But what would he do? Removing me from this house would not take away the pain. If Dr. Wyatt couldn’t do anything, then there was nothing Jake would be able to do. Not even Eve would be able to help me now.
Dr. Wyatt couldn’t explain why the injections that were supposed to help me be stronger for th
