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I close my eyes, a lone tear slipping away as the fight drains out of me. “I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”
Prescott grabs my hand, our fingers interlocking together as his lips brush away my tears. “I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head. There is no reason for him to apologize. None of this is his fault.
“Will you go? With me?”
I don’t think I’ll be able to do it on my own. I’m not strong enough to do it on my own.
“Of course,” his lips brush against the top of my head, making shivers run down my spine. “I’m not letting you do this on your own. We’re in this together.”
The relief spreads through me like a wave. He’s here. He’s here, and we’re going to do this together.
Everything is going to be fine.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself as I cry myself to sleep in the arms of the man I love.
“If the situation was any different,” Prescott whispers, tightening his grip on me. “I swear to you, Jade, I—”
I burrow my head into the crook of his neck: “I know.”
Tears start to fall, and there is nothing I can do to stop them. I don’t have it in me to stop them, so I surrender to them, letting them pull me under like a wave.
“It feels like we’re always in the wrong place at the wrong time, doesn’t it? Our paths keep colliding for a split second, long enough to cause a wreck but not long enough to last before we’re pulled in different directions.”
“No, that’s not…”
But it is. And we both know it.
So I cry. I cry for him and for me. For our baby, that will never be. For a hope given and hope cruelly taken away from us. I cry for everything that has been stolen, hoping this is finally it—the last piece.
But I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
Nothing in my life is.
CHAPTERTWENTY
JADE
“Here you go. You have to take these two pills. First, you take this pill, mifepristone, which will stop the fetus from growing. The second one is misoprostol. It causes cramping and bleeding. It should start in the next few hours. The bleeding can be on the heavy side. It’s normal, so don’t get upset by it.”
Don’t get upset by it? Is this woman for real?
I bite my tongue, reminding myself that this is what I came for, and she’s trying to help me.
“If you don’t start bleeding within the next twenty-four hours, you’ll need to come back in.”
“How long will it last?” Prescott asks. His clammy fingers are holding onto mine. My lifeline. My safe harbor in the middle of the tempestuous sea.
“It’s usually done within four or five hours, but it could be longer. The cramping could also happen on and off for the next day or two. I suggest you wear pads so that you can keep an eye on the bleeding. Other symptoms are also possible.”
“What kind of symptoms?”
The doctor looks from me to Prescott, obviously realizing she’ll get more from him than from me.
“Mild fever, belly aches, tiredness, dizziness, and diarrhea are some of the more common symptoms.”
His hold on me tightens, brows pulling together. He’s clearly not happy.
