"Please help me..." Belly Wescott buried her face in her hands, sobbing through her fingers. "All I want is to see my child. What did I do wrong..."
"Wipe your tears." Aria Grant took a tissue from her bag and handed it to Belly Wescott.
"I know I have mental problems, and I know I'm not fit to raise my Dylan, but he's the flesh and blood born from my ten-month pregnancy. I don't ask for him to be with me every day, but why is it a luxury for me to see him just once?"
Belly Wescott took the tissue and dried her tears but began sobbing again as she spoke.
She was doing it on purpose, knowing that Aria Grant also had a mental health condition, but nothing was softer than a mother's heart.
Upon hearing this, Aria Grant shuddered, thinking of her own Ivy. She too suffered from mental illness and even had a touch of postpartum depression when she gave birth, but her love for Ivy helped her prevail. Belly Wescott's experience was so similar to her own...
