Mary is in her late forties and nothing like the stereotype of cold, snippy secretaries. All the executive assistants here are warm, thanks to a rule Uncle Rowan implemented after a former secretary went rogue and nearly killed Aunt Ava.I don’t remember how long Aunt Ava was in a coma, but I rememb
I stare up at the imposing building before me, and my heart drops to the bottom of my feet. It’s pounding so hard, and I’m so anxious I can barely breathe.I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous. I’ve always carried myself with a quiet kind of confidence, a slow-burning certainty that wh
“I don’t need him, and the baby doesn’t either,” I say, the words building strength. “I could ask for a transfer. Start fresh. You can come visit… but Noah doesn’t need to be in our lives.”Lilly stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, and maybe to some extent I have, but this seems like the best cours
Those minutes I sit there waiting for her feel like the longest of my life. I don’t move, but I can’t stop fidgeting, picking at my nails, shifting in my seat, heart thudding in my ears.When I finally hear the roar of her engine, I spring to my feet, startling Blackie, and rush to the door. I fling
The questions won’t stop. They keep buzzing in my head one after the other as I prepare to leave the hospital.Should I keep the baby? Should I get rid of it?No one would know, yes, but I would. And the guilt? The guilt of ending a life that’s half me would eat me alive. This isn’t just about Noah.
Pregnant.That damn word keeps replaying in my head like a bad orchestra at the start of a horror film.Why? Why now?I thought I was finally done with Noah. That I’d never have to deal with or see him. That what happened a month ago was a one-time mistake I’d never have to face again. So, what the