Madison swam to where Michelle kept the wine-filled glasses, picked up one and took a sip. Michelle and Coco swam to her side, but they all remained in the warm water.
“Michelle, Ezrah hurt you so bad. I think he should be the one to heal your wounds.”
The expression on Michelle’s face turned grim with Madison’s words. “That would never happen, and I’m beginning to believe that he indeed sent you here.”
Madison knew when to stop. All she wanted was for Michelle to find the happiness she deserved, which she had not found all these years.
“He didn’t, but I won’t say anymore. I’m only concerned about why you have not moved on. You can’t mourn your late unborn child forever, Michelle. Give life a chance.”
Michelle knew she had been trapped in the loss of her child, but moving on with Ezra
