Chapter 74.

Dahlia POV.

I was discharged, and I was currently resting at home in the packhouse. Harrison refused to go to daycare, so he is taking care of me. Harrison was so upset when we had to tell him that the pup in my belly had to go to heaven. He cried himself to sleep in my arms and I cried alongside him.

We have moved to the packhouse now, permanently. Not wanting to be in the house anymore. I went back into the bedroom, needing to revisit the scene for any clues, but the smell of bleach and other chemicals hit me. Even though I couldn’t see or smell the blood, I could still see it in my head. The bedroom was empty; the bed removed. All evidence of the gruesome scene erased. But still I can see it.

The blood spatter on the walls and ceiling, the blood gushing from my belly and staining the white sheets bright red. The smell of copper in the air. I had a panic attack clutching my belly, so we moved and the house was being sold.

“Mommy, do you need anything?” Harrison asks me from the side