Fifty-one

~ Isabella’s POV

I could hear Nathan's dark murmur, but I didn't think there was anyone else in the room. After listening absentmindedly for a bit, I realized that he was on the phone. My heart sank and at the same time, I was furious that Nathan would be receiving a call in my room. I tried to listen in on the call, but I eventually gave up not being able to focus on the dizzying pain that was still arcing through my lower belly. I blinked slowly in pain, my mind was hazy as I thought about my unborn child, my baby who couldn’t make it just because of his/her Ignorant mother.

I blinked back tears as the feelings of grief and guilt tore through me. I was sad and at that moment, wanted nothing else than for the doctor to come into my room and tell me that it was all a mistake. I wanted to be told and assured that my baby was alive and well.

And yet, at the same time, my treacherous heart was telling me that it was for the best. That no child should have to be born to an abusive and mu