Chapter 3: Broken Bonds
Darkness.
That was all I knew.
Days, weeks—maybe even months had passed, but I had lost track of time. The small, windowless room they had locked me in became my new home, the walls closing in on me more with each passing second.
Jesse had forgotten me.
Left me to rot while he doted on her—Juliana, the woman he had always loved. And now, she had given him what I lost.
A child.
I pressed a shaking hand to my stomach, the dull ache a constant reminder of what I had lost. My baby was gone, and Jesse hadn’t even cared.
He hadn’t believed me.
A hollow laugh escaped my lips, dry and cracked from thirst.
The first few days, the guards had brought food and water. Enough to keep me alive. But then, as the weeks dragged on, the visits became less frequent, until they stopped altogether.
I was truly alone.