Elizabeth
I sit in my car, staring at the house that was once my happy place. It looms in front of me, large and cold, like a reminder of how shitty my life has become.
The thought of going inside makes me sick to my stomach. My fingers grip the steering wheel tightly as if holding on to it will somehow stop the ache spreading through my chest.
Celia’s voice plays in my head, her cruel words looping over and over. What did you think would happen after you lost all those pregnancies?
I clench my jaw, swallowing hard.
How did I let it get this far?
How desperate I must be to endure years of insults from Christopher and his family. The audacity that man has—to take Edward without even telling me. “He has no right,” I whisper to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.
Taking a deep breath
