DENISE

“How does Dahlia know Zac Leroy? He’s such an important personality.” Dad was yet to take his eyes away from the door as though he was expecting Zac and Dahlia to step through them. 

Or maybe expecting just Dahlia to step through and prove what he had seen was an illusion. 

But none of that happened. 

“Let’s focus on what we came here for, Dewey.” Mom bit at dad. 

“Yes, alright.” He neared the bed. “What’s the nonsense about you being pregnant, Denise?”

“Take me to another hospital, I will take it out. P-please.” I begged, tears running down my face. 

“Can you hear yourself?! You want to take...