I’ll cut those hands off myself

Logan

I’ve always wondered how much a person could endure before they finally broke. How far someone had to fall before they completely shattered. But more than anything, I wondered how much she could take before the light in her eyes went out for good.

I watched Chloe from across the room, watched the way she stood there, her legs trembling slightly, but her back still straight. Her eyes didn’t move, they were fixed on Amelia. Or more specifically, on Amelia’s stomach.

She didn’t cry, or scream. She didn’t even flinch.

She just stared.

And for a brief second, it scared me. It was like she wasn’t even there anymore. Her body was in the room, breathing, blinking, but everything that made her Chloe was gone.

Her blue eyes, the ones that used to shine even when she was hiding her pain, were dull now.

Was this what the end looked like for her?

My mother’s voice broke through the silence.

“Well,” she said, “looks like your husband finally did his duty and got a woman pregnant. Even if sh