Arette sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the wall. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, a chaotic storm of grief, anger, and despair. She felt utterly alone, trapped in a cage, with no one to turn to and no way out.
The miscarriage had shattered her. The pain of losing the baby, combined with Dominic's constant reminder of how powerless she actually was, left her feeling hollow and broken. She couldn't understand why this had happened to her, why she had to endure such suffering. It all felt like a cruel punishment, but for what?
She couldn't escape the horrible memory of Dominic landing a cruel punch on her stomach and killing her baby because she selfishly tried to escape. She felt like she was responsible for the death of the innocent baby, stripping him of the chance to even come into the world. She didn't stop at causing April's death. She went as far as to kill the innocent soul.
