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CHAPTER34

Katie sat on the toilet, looking at the brown blood staining her panties with a wild mix of emotions.

She’d been expecting this since the doctor couldn’t find the heartbeat last visit and had done an ultrasound. The multicolored blob hadn’t moved at all, and she’d told Katie that her body would naturally pass the tissue.

Her dead baby.

Hers and Antonio’s.

She’d been told of the pregnancy on her first doctor visit after her rescue. Two weeks.

Only one person had penetrated her during her captivity. And it had been against her will.

She’d learned so much about Antonio Suarez that she couldn’t quite wrap her head around whether he was good or bad, but her heart told her one thing that contradicted everything else.

He was the father of her child, and she wanted him to make a great father.

Just because she wanted it, didn’t make it so.

There was something about the man. It had been a dark danger at first, and now that she knew him, she understood it. Katie wasn’t sure anything would work between them though, because she honestly wasn’t sure she could get past the lies and betrayals.

And she hadn’t been willing to try. When she’d first gotten home, she was willing to go back to her life in the city with her nonprofit and her boring diplomat dates and her toys.

Then she’d turned up pregnant, and as much as she didn’t want to raise the child alone, the thought of Antonio in her life wasn’t all bad. It wasn’t good, but she could go to therapy and work through some stuff, right?

She’d resigned herself to the conversation she would have to have with him, and then this.

The doctor had explained that it was her body’s way of protecting itself. She clearly had had so many drugs in her system, so much stress on her body, that it wouldn’t hold the baby to term, so her body had attacked it. And maybe it had something so wrong with it that it would have endangered her to carry it to term. The doctor made it sound like a miscarriage was a good thing.

But she was miscarrying at almost two months. It wasn’t just a collection of cells anymore. It was a baby. Not fully formed, but a baby nonetheless.

She changed panties, put on a pad, and wore comfy clothes, preparing herself for the difficult period the doctor told her to expect.

While her body expelled her baby.

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