Chapter 5

The curtains were drawn shut. On the nightstand, her phone looped the sound of a fetal heart monitor alarm on repeat.

Scattered across the floor were several torn ultrasound photos — the ones I had waited alone in line for, at six months.

Mia pressed her hands over her ears and thrashed across the bed.

"It's her! She texted me a curse!"

"She said she and the baby are never going to let me go. She said she's dragging me to hell with her!"

Jason crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled her tight against him.

"It's…