*Bianca*
I felt like I was suffocating, sitting there on the bed, wrapped up in the sheets. The cold tips of my fingers lay against the burning heat of my chest as I struggled not to get up and scream my lungs out.
I’m drowning and burning at the same time, scorched by the flames as Leo’s words go round and round in my head like some dystopian nightmare carousel. It all felt wrong and I could feel my skin crawling like insects burrowing underneath.
What could I do? What can I say?
I felt like crying and apologizing to the poor baby in my stomach who Leo doesn’t want. I knew he’d love our baby as much as I did but I can’t get his words out of my head. That we’d only be holding him back, that Michael would use us against him.
I knew he was right, but…it hurt to hear. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to hold back the few tears attempting to slip out, when I listened to the bathroom door open, and out stepped Leo.
