Avery’s POV
Tick.
Three weeks and I’m gone.
Staring at the calendar on the wall, I can't help but allow the tears that flood my eyes to fall freely.
Tick!
Aggressively darkening the spot I ticked, I apply so much pressure on it, causing the tip of my pen to puncture the area.
“Argh!”
I take to sobbing, wiping off the tears that stream down my cheeks, without making any attempt to stop them from flowing down freely.
“I’m sorry.”
With my knees too feeble, I collapse on the couch, tucking my legs beneath my body.
“For a minute, I thought I'd be there for you.”
My hands go on my baby bump as I rub gently. It's something I do that pisses Thane off, well, no one can blame him.
No one in his right frame of mind will ever let me near their child, not even in death.
“I guess I should be grateful for staying here regardless.”
I scoff, wiping my cheeks dry with my forearm, the fabric of my long-sleeved dress soaks from the effect.