86."The Grim Visitation"

Pov Emma

The silence enveloping this damned room was unbearable; I tried to be strong for myself and for this child. But my strength had dwindled.

I was exhausted.

Seated on the bed, I stare at the ring on my finger, and immediately, memories of him flood back. Andrew… My wedding day wasn't as I had hoped. I recall my last day at the diner, just before getting fired, the image of me on the bus, contemplating how many dreams I had and how I would achieve them.

Here, sitting in this gloomy room, everything seemed distant. I'd never be able to pursue my education, there'd be no peace, and I didn't even know if I'd make it out of there alive.

His name echoed in my mind, a reminder of that tormenting day, the whirlwind of emotions that was our wedding. Despite everything and his betrayal, I wished to be in his arms, away from this prison, away from all this uncertainty consuming me.

It was incredible how someone could both uplift and shatter you. That's how I felt with Andrew. He could be