ours had

pt. She just stared at the white ce

etched with worry. "Mrs. Barnett, you have to eat. If not for yourself, th

s welled up again. Would she even have the ch

rated on the

art hammered against her ribs. With a shaki

rro

ed. "Cousin, it's me, Destiny. Barro

ghtening around Alicia's throat

iny said, her tone dripping with fake sympathy. "It's su

e, her nails digging into her p

o tell you to stop bothering Barron. Your marriage was just a b

rd exploded in

ackground, low and impatient. "Wha

as cold as a winter morning. "Alicia. Mark should have g

crumbled. "Barron, tell me what's happening," she cried, the

the other end of the line. So

uelest words she

d flatly. "Our marriage had a on

equired to play the part of Mrs. Rivera and giv

to have children?" Her voice was shaking

silence was the only c

Destiny's delicate cough in the background, f

m coming right now." Then, back to Alicia, his voice was ice aga

. The monotonous d

ion tunneling to black. The last thing she heard was Nurse S

. The room was quiet, lit only by the so

d the wall for support. The door to her room was slightly ajar, and as she pas

ng the delivery yesterday. When her husband was signing the consent form outside the

ical. The doctor asked him if he consented to a hysterectomy to save her life, an

ying! He treats his wi

ting in her already shredded heart. While she was fig

all the hope,

e cold wall until the nurses' footsteps faded. T

ked up the bowl of soup the nurse had left

ter, she was relieved

se get my laptop for me?" she asked, her voice

ere terrif