Chapter 139 One-hundred And Thirty-nine
- Millicent
- I drove home on autopilot, my doctor's words echoing with Eleanor's. Pride. Everyone kept talking about my pride like it was some frivolous thing. It wasn't pride that made me work three jobs. It was survival. It was not owing anyone anything. It was protecting myself from being hurt again.
- But was I protecting my baby? Or was I hurting them with my stubbornness?