“You just miscarried, and Mom’s not happy right now. If you go back, you’ll walk right into her anger. Better to wait a while, spare yourself from her temper.”
I didn’t reply, but from his face, I had already guessed enough.
That afternoon, when he wasn’t around, I packed my things and wheeled myself home.
The moment I entered, I saw Cynthia perched on Javon’s lap, the two of them laughing softly as they played with the child.
From the kitchen, Sharon, my mother-in-law, came out with a steaming bowl of vegetable soup, personally feeding it to Cynthia with gentle care.
The three of them, chatting, laughing, smiling together, looked every bit like a real family.
But the instant her gaze landed on me, Sharon’s eyes sharpened like blades.
“You unlucky bitch! You still have the face to come back? My son gives you fine food and comfort every day, and how do you repay us? A wretched, unlucky thing like you deserves to rot outside.”
“You knew you were pregnant, yet you kept leaping about like a fool. How many lives of the Davis family have you ruined already?! Why didn’t you fall to your death, you filthy wretch?!”