Ray stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest.
“One… m-m-month?” His voice cracked. “That’s too much, wifey.”
His grip on her hands tightened, as if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear before his eyes.
Lilly’s lips trembled, but she held her ground.
“At least this way, you won’t be married to a woman who is mentally unstable, Ray,” she said softly. “And worse—a woman who shares her new body with her dead twin’s split personality.”
Ray’s body stiffened.
“Split what?” His brows furrowed, convinced he had misheard.
Lilly sighed, wiping the stray tear that escaped her eye. “I’m sure you’ve already guessed it, Ray. You’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. Lia and I… we aren’t just one person. And I need to do this—for myself, for you, and for our baby.”
Her voice wavered.
“I need to be able to give you the same love you’ve given me. To birth our baby in a safe place. Please, Ray… please.” She squeezed his hands, her tears falling freely now.
Ray felt something twist in his chest.
Lil
