I was the one who brought Winona into our lives—hired her to help Lennon with his condition.I even added her on social media,thinking she was kind.
Lately,she had been posting constantly.Every photo she posted was of him—holding her hand,smiling gently.On her wrist was his favorite bracelet,the one he never let anyone else touch.
Lennon and I had known each other since childhood and we had been married for years.Back then,even if I accidentally brushed against that bracelet,he would pull back almost swiftly.
But now,it was on her wrist.So,she was the one he truly loved,wasn’t she?
A sharp pain twisted in my chest.I instinctively placed a hand on my belly.
I had been so happy when I found out I was pregnant.But then,I overheard my own husband whisper to someone behind closed doors that even touching me made him feel dirty.That the baby I carried must be the child of some random homeless guy.
The memory made my whole body ache.
With trembling fingers,I walked to the OB-GYN reception desk and registered for an appointment.
I had made up my mind.
I would terminate the pregnancy.
Soon…just a few more days…and I would finally be free of Lennon Shepherd forever.