iage was complete. This time, I had insisted on seeing a real
he looked at my chart, at the long history o
ng. Your uterine lining is... compromised. The repeated trauma... I'm afraid it's very unli
man
just taken my children. He had taken the v
later, his face a perfect mask of grief.
eard what the doctor said. Don't listen to her. We'll find other d
piders crawling on my skin. I wanted to scream, to claw at him, to tear the handsome, l
to be asleep. The space between us felt like a cha
A whisper, but it was as loud
loe
ain, a soft,
loe
truly needed. I was nothing
ace. I felt a tremor of fear, but a cold, hard anger pushed me forward. I started searching. In the bottom drawer of his
one thing. A thick, lea
It wasn't our wedding album. It wa
shrine
kling. Chloe on a college trip to Italy, posing in front of the Colosseum. Chloe at a garden party, looking over h
any were candid, taken without her knowledge.
ession was deep. It was old. It had been there all along, hiding in plain sight. I was just a tool he used. A respec
I could have ever imagined. My marriage wasn't just a
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