Meghan's POV
I am sitting on the cold floor of the hospital while sobbing. People that pass look at me wondering why I am in this situation. Some tried to help me get up and were even willing to lend their eyes but I don't need them, they cannot help me no matter how hard I try.
I held my stomach while saying sorry to my child that I killed. I hate myself for doing that but I didn't regret my decision. I wasn't ready to be a mother. I thought I can but when I heard my mother's word I realized that I do not deserve to be a mother. I am a wreck. I am living in chaos. I am afraid that I might neglect my child-like what my mother did to me.
"Meghan!" A familiar voice called my name and when I raised my head I saw Damian's worried face.
"Are you okay?" He asked me when our eyes met but all
