#Chapter290

Panic rises in me, like it’s done a million times in the past couple weeks and I get angry once more at how pathetic I am. I’m a mess, a failure of epic proportions. A woman who can’t even get her head around something women are meant to do and have naturally, apart from me. I’m sweating in fear at the thought of something relying on me for any sort of survival at all.

I’m not good at nurturing and letting people close. What if I end up like Emma’s mom? Some cold unfeeling woman who kept her child at arm’s length and didn’t bond? Who screws her kid...