ONE WEEK LATER
~Harlow~
My life is nothing but repetition, except for this week, when I have the ultrasound. The doctor came here to the Den. That was my breaking point, when I lost all hope that Thane is ever going to come to his senses and let me out of here.
He told me about the ultrasound last week. I was so excited to be leaving the Den; I was almost bouncing on my feet as I waited by the stairs for him to come get me. Only when the door opened did I realize he was bringing the ultrasound to me.
The doctor uses a portable device, and I try to tune out what he says to Thane. I no longer care. This is not my baby; I am merely its incubator. He’s made that perfectly clear.
“Have you booked her in for regular midwife appointments?” the doctor asks him. I pretend not to listen, starin
