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Chapter 17: Echoes of the void

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~Isabella’s POV~

It always begins the same.

Darkness.

Thick, suffocating darkness that wraps around me like a wet shroud, pulling me under. But it wasn’t the quiet kind of darkness.

Rather, it screamed.

I’m weightless, yet I feel every inch of pain, shame, and betrayal pressing down on me like anchors strapped to my chest.

“Sign the papers, Melissa.”

“You’re no longer my responsibility.”

Robert’s voice pierces the void, venomous and cold.

I spun wildly. My feet found no ground. My hands reached for nothing. Another voice joined in, “You were never enough for this family.”

Tessa’s haughty laugh came next, echoing from behind me, sharp as glass.

“You brought this on yourself!”

Jackie’s face flashes in the dark, twisted with hate, then.......

Suddenly, I was in the car again. Rain pelting the windshield. Screeching tires. Screaming brakes.

“No!”

The baby. The sound of an infant’s cry.....the faint, heart wrenching wail of a child that never got the chance to live.

My baby.

Then....im
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