I stood in the middle of the master bedroom, staring down at my suitcase.

My hands shook as I folded my sweaters and placed them inside. I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out a tiny white box. I opened it and looked at the little knitted baby socks.

A hot tear fell from my eye and landed on the white yarn.

I have to leave, I told myself. I need to protect my baby from this toxic house.

But as I reached for the zipper of the suitcase, I hesitated.

I glanced around the beautiful bedroom. I looked at the bed where Zyran had held me just a...