Helanie:
"Please eat something. You're still very weak," Norman insisted, sitting in front of me on the bed and holding a bowl of soup.
I had woken up a few hours ago after another big nap and had managed to shift and begin healing. But the inner wounds would take a lot longer. I would still break down now and then when I thought about my child.
It had only been three days and I kept waking up and passing out.
"I went there to help Emmet out," I started speaking again, not about my baby this time, but about why I was there in the first place. Norman deserved to know.
My baby was his baby too. I was supposed to be resting, or at the very least, I should have told him where I was going. That's why I needed to tell him everything that happened that night. I wanted him to understand why I didn't tell him, and why I was even there.
