So I took the huge risk and told Mrs. Everton everything that had happened the moment I touched William’s hand. I described the dark, terrifying vision of the forest, the chanting crowd, the clay pot, and why I strongly suspected that the helpless newborn trapped inside was my own baby.“I am pregnant, and I feel deep down that it is a boy, but I need to do whatever it takes to stop that vision from ever coming true,” I told her, my voice trembling with desperate emotion. “I cannot lose my baby, Mrs. Everton. I simply cannot go through that heartbreak.”“Wow, this is certainly something serious,” she said, taking a slow, quiet sip of her drink while she absorbed my words. She set her glass down and leaned in. “Alright, um, look... here is what we can do. First, we need to be absolutely sure about the baby so we can confirm what we are dealing with.”“Mrs. Everton, I am literally only a few days pregnant,” I pointed out, staring down at my hands.“Tesia, you are forgetting that we are
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