A Kiss For Every Bruise
My miscarriage had been brutal, my body hollowed, and the memory of that helplessness clung to me with every heartbeat.
Even now, with Adrian’s protection, with the truth revealed, I could not shake the horror. True darkness had descended on me. I felt contaminated, unworthy of comfort, unworthy of love. My body, my mind, my very soul screamed that I was defiled. And Adrian… he was so meticulous, so careful about cleanliness, about germs. How could he ever accept me after the defilement of another man? How could he ever see me as I truly was, broken, bruised, and still trembling from the horror?
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