#Chapter297

“I was only pregnant for like five minutes; how can it make everything fall apart?” I get tearful, washing waves of something sliding up me and I am suddenly so utterly tired. I’m emotionally exhausted and this is all t so tiring.

“He’s a Carrero, they are notoriously bad for insta-love …Whereas you and I, we take a little longer to let it sink in and become real. It doesn’t mean that we don’t immediately feel something inside…We hide it from ourselves and let all the fear consume us.” She hits the nail on the head with that one. I know that the weeks leading to this were all...