brain. "No," she said. "no."

"I'm sorry. Mommy. I'm sorry."

She pushed herself up and looked down at me,

her mouth twisting with the pain and the agony

moving like a corkscrew through her brain and into

her heart.

"No. Grace, you must have imagined it. You

can't be pregnant. He's been gone for nearly five

months now."

"I'm starting to show, Mommy. That's why I'm

wearing these loose dresses all the time."

She stared, the reality settling in with the

weight and the chill of fresh cement.

'You've known and kept it secret all this time?" "I'm sorry, Mommy."

"Stand up," she ordered. and I did so. She came

to me and ran her hands over my hips and my stomach

to make the dress tighter. My bulge was clearly

evident. "Oh. my God." she said, stepping back as if I

was contagious. "You are pregnant, aren't you? He did

this. He did this!".

She pressed her hands to her temples and

grimaced with the pain, pushing so hard her face was

red, her eyes bulged. Then she tore at her own hair for

a moment, tugging it before releasing herself and

reaching for a dish on the table. She heaved it across

the small kitchen, and it smashed and splattered

against the wall.

"Are you telling me that you're more than seven

months pregnant?"

I barely had the strength to nod. but I did. "Why didn't you tell me months and months

Tags: V.C. Andrews De Beers Horror
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