97: She knows the truth

Dana

“How long was I asleep?” I asked, distressed.

Demian and Jeremy looked at each other and then at my belly. I touched my stomach and thought about my children. They had apparently grown well while I was unconscious. I knew it wasn’t my fault, but it felt horrible not to have been present during this time with my children. I hadn’t been able to enjoy my pregnancy and didn’t know how much time I had left. Being in a coma for a while meant the curse was worsening. I didn’t know why my body had awakened, but I was grateful. However, fear tormented me again.

“More than two months,” Demian grimaced. He was the one who answered.

Now I understood why he was here. Now I understood why he came to see me. He thought I was dying. But that was what he wanted, right? That’s what he told me last time. Well, it wasn’t exactly his words, but I knew he wished it. Demian hated me. Or maybe his anger had softened over time. But I couldn’t pretend as if nothing had happened because, for me, only a few