Chapter 46 Our house
- No matter how dusty the outside, the room is not even a speck of dust. The bed and sheets remained clean. The position of the cabinet and other things is still the same as before. I suppressed my sobs because of the portrait hanging. The portrait is of me with a big belly of mine.
- I thought back then, the loss of our baby did not hurt Randall. I thought then I was the only one who was very sad because he didn’t show me he was hurt; he didn’t show me it was painful to lose our baby. Or maybe he showed up, but I just didn’t look because I was busy thinking I was the only one hurt. That I am the only one who knows. Have I been selfish in everything that has happened to us? Did I become selfish because of the decisions I made?
- I could no longer suppress my voice. The sobs escape my lips and I got on my knees as Randle slept in my arms. Randle’s clothes were wet because of my tears. I would love to go back to Randall, but I am afraid that the terrible memories that happened to us will just happen again. So far, in the few years, we haven’t met, nothing has changed. No one grew. We are all still captives of the past. It’s scary that Charlotte might still be my son’s opponent.