Emilia’s POV
Three months later…
I waddled along the stony path barefooted. Cuts and bruises marred the tender skin of my feet but I wasn’t bothered by them. I took one step after another, my right hand placed protectively over my abdomen.
My eyes glazed over as the memories played in my mind like a reel. A pained whimper escaped my lips as a fresh stream of tears rolled down my cheeks. I had never thought that one mistake could turn my world upside down like this. My mind veered to the day my father found out that I was pregnant.
I was woken up from my sleep that day by my father’s hollers, “Emilia! Emilia Ryanwood! Come down at once!”
I would have normally ignored him, flopped, and slept back but something about his voice suggested that he was really mad this time. I threw on a gown and walked down the stairs.