Only then did she finally leave. But the moment she did, I collapsed against the door and slid to the floor.
I buried my face in my hands and started to sob because everything she said was true.
I would never be able to have children again.
The first time I got pregnant, I had a miscarriage after drinking the “vegetable juice” Sebastian brought home. The second time, I lost the baby after Christian smeared oil on the stairs and I fell down an entire flight.
I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle my cries, but the pain was everywhere. Tiny needles piercing through every inch of my skin, sinking deep into my bones.
The next morning, laughter in the backyard woke me.
I opened the window only to see Adele playing in the garden with Christian while Sebastian sat nearby, watching them with a soft smile.
Anyone looking at them would’ve thought they were a real family.
I closed the window, but their voices still came through like needles under my skin.
I grabbed my bag and headed out. I needed to finalize my racing license and entry documents.
But just as I stepped outside, Adele strolled over.