So for a year, until a month ago when I moved back into this damned house, I was only allowed to see my Christain once a month and it hurt my heart how far apart we’d grown.
Christain barely even spoke to me.
As the tears pooled in my eyes, my shoulders began trembling and I curled by the foot of my son’s bed, knowing if I went and held him, he would scream and alert the family to my presence.
God it hurt. I wanted my baby. Why did you take him?
My arms cradled my belly as I sobbed.
Athena’s P.O.V
When my eyes drifted open, it was morning and a weird light was shining directly into my eyes. Bringing my hands to shield my eyes from the glare, I struggled to sit up, slightly disoriented with a sharp pain in my lower back.
The events of the previous night rushed back into my subconscious and a sigh rose to my lips. With a groan, I realized I’d smashed my phone into the wall. I needed to call my attorney to discuss the divorce’s progression this morning.
Another sigh rose to my lips and I stood up from the floor only to see that the bed was empty and freshly changed. Hmm, the maids must have prepared Christain for school without me.