Chapter 10 – Why Are You Crying?
- The second the pill fall past my throat, fear starts to creep in. My hand instinctively covers my stomach and rub it with fear. The thought of my baby dying sent cold sweat down my spine.
- The pain in my heart seems to grow exponentially by the thousands, tearing my heart into a million pieces. I don’t want this. I don’t want my baby to die. What I’m doing right now is murdering my own child.