All Chapters of BETRAYAL: The Day I Died.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I looked up at Benjamin, my eyes swimming with tears that refused to stop. The weight of everything pressing down on me made my breath catch. “What are we going to do now?” I whispered, my voice cracking like thin glass.He met my gaze, the exhaustion written all over his face. He rubbed the back of his neck slowly before answering, “There is no way you can terminate it.”The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. I lowered my face into my hands, shoulders shaking as tears of pain spilled out in silent sobs. Hot tears dripped through my fingers, burning my skin as memories and fears crushed me.What am I supposed to do with this? I thought every question was spinning around my head without an answer. Why didn’t I notice sooner? Why does everything bad happen to me? My heart felt so heavy. I’m tired, so so tired. Why can’t anything just go right?Benjamin’s voice was soft, distant almost, as he gently said, “We will get through this.”But the words felt hollow. I couldn’t imagine a

Our flight was at 10 a.m.I zipped Daisy’s small pink suitcase, pressing down hard to get the zipper over the bulge of clothes she had stuffed inside. “There,” I said with a small breath of relief, straightening up.Daisy sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her face lit by the glow of her iPad. Her little fingers tapped quickly on the screen, lost in whatever game she was playing.“Enough with the iPad, baby,” I said, holding out my hand. “Give it to me.”She let out a groan, dragging out the sound like it physically hurt her to stop. “Mum…”I raised my eyebrows.She huffed and handed it over, and I gave her a smile. “You can have it again when we get on the plane, okay?”Her pout faded into a small smile. “Okay.”I grabbed my handbag, slung it over my shoulder, and checked the time on my phone. 9:00 a.m. Thank God we weren’t late. I had a terrible habit of running behind for everything, and traveling with a child only made it harder.We hauled our bags down the narrow hallway of

It rang once before he picked up.His voice came through low, steady, like it always did. “Hello.”My throat tightened. “Hey… um, I came to the States. I just arrived. I came for my mum’s anniversary.”“Really?” His tone shifted, lighter. “Where are you? Daisy’s there, right?”I glanced over at Daisy. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her small hands wrapped around her iPad while she showed something to Jake. “Yes, she’s here,” I said quietly.“Okay, great. Where are you guys?”“A hotel,” I said, adjusting the hem of my shirt. “I just wanted to let you know we’re around. We’ll see you tomorrow after visiting my mum’s grave.”The line went silent for a beat too long. I could almost picture him, lips pressed together, deciding how much to say.“Okay then,” he finally replied. “Is there anything Daisy likes so that I… you know, I can get her?”“She loves video games,” I said, the words sticking somewhere between my chest and my throat. “You can get her that.”“Okay then. See you guys tomo

I had been sitting in that stiff plastic chair for almost twenty minutes, but every tick of the clock above me stretched into something long and heavy. My daughter was inside that room, still lying on that hospital bed, and yet I sat out here, paralyzed by the shock of everything that was going on.The thought hit me like a stone: what am I doing out here? She needed me. She had just been through something that nearly took her life, and here I was with my hands pressed together, my mind spinning, my chest burning. Shame mixed with panic in my stomach until I finally pushed myself to stand.My legs felt like they were carrying weights as I moved toward the emergency room. The door seemed farther than it was, like the hallway itself was stretching to keep me away. When I reached for the handle, my hand trembled. I forced it open.Inside, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air. Machines hummed, and the steady beep of the monitor was the only thing keeping me steady. A nurse stood

We left the hospital after the doctor prescribed medicine for Daisy. His words still lingered, his desperate plea for us not to file a complaint. He kept blaming the nurse, saying it was her mistake, that he only found out when it was too late. But what good are excuses now? The damage was done.Benjamin opened the car door gently, and Daisy climbed into the back seat. He closed it softly, almost as if afraid the sound would disturb her, and then walked around to the driver’s side. I slid into the passenger seat.The drive back to the hotel was wrapped in silence. The city lights streaked past the window. Daisy leaned her head against the seat, clutching the small paper bag that held her medicine. I glanced back at her from time to time, but she seemed lost in her own little world.I folded my hands in my lap, pressing my fingers into my palms, trying to ground myself. My heart hadn’t slowed since the hospital. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the doctor’s words again. I wanted to