Chapter Fifty-Eight

Third Person POV 

“Ma I think you’d need to see this.” Stacy approached Christy at the dining table where she was deep in thoughts, sliding into depression at the thought of her miscarriage.

“What did you say?” Christy was startled.

“I’m sorry for startling you ma, but I think you should see this.” Stacy handed her some pages of card paper.

Christy tried to read through them but her assimilation was slowed down by a migraine, thus taking more time to understand the gravity of the papers.

“Where did you find this? What do these initials signify. They all have the letter K.” Christy rushed.

“In Attracta's trash ma. She’d disposed of them. I also found the ones we received on her bed, like she was reading them or something.” Stacy spoke.

“Attracta had the nerve to write lett