Fiona’s POV
Pregnant.
I read the word over and over again. Ever since I escaped the living hell that was the factory, I have felt oddly numb. It is as if rejecting Micah killed a part of me. The rejection had been painful, both emotionally and physically and a part of me was ripped away with it.
Now, however, as I hold the paper in my hand, tears once again slide down my cheeks. They drop on the paper, making the print on them smudge.
Oh, how much I had wanted this. How devastated I had been when I was told I had Senese Uteri, that I might never be pregnant. How much I had wanted to start a family with Micah.
And now, I have had my deepest desire come true but I no longer have the man who I wanted to share it with.
My fingers absentmindedly reach for the ring around my finger. For
