Savage Grace

I’m pregnant.

Gripping the test, I can’t stop staring at the blue cross in the window.

Tears roll, hot and slow, down my cheeks. I huddle in a low ball, emotion bowing me. Blue whines and presses against my side, his warm tongue on my cheek, his musky scent enveloping me. A familiar comfort.

Will my child love Blue as I do?

My phone vibrates on the counter, and I hiccup a sob. I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing more tears free, and hold my breath. Blood rushes in my ears, my heart throbs in my chest…a tidal wave is washing me away. I can’t do this.

The ping of a voicemail brings my eyes open. I’m staring at the cross again.

Blue shifts closer, leaning his warm weight against me. As tall as a Great Dane, with the elegant snout of a collie, the markings of a wolf, and mismatched eyes—one blue the other brown—Blue means the world to me.

My heart will have to make room for more.

Fear slices through me, adrenaline flooding my veins, pulling another whine from Blue. I stand quickly and glance at my phone.

Robert Maxim.

He can’t know. My eyes trace to the hotel bathroom trash can. Wrap up the test and put it in there.

But my hand won’t follow the advice. My fingers grip tighter, refusing to release the small wand of plastic. The proof. The truth.

I grab my phone and step back into the hotel room. Blue stays close to my hip, his nose tapping my waist once, a reminder he is there.

I shove the wand into my bag, into a zipper interior pocket, and close it. Locking it away.

Just throw it out.I can’t.

My hand strays to my stomach, and Blue’s nose swipes against my fingers. Vision blurred with tears, I stand in the center of the room, my mind reeling. Lightning sizzles across my vision, and thunder ricochets inside my mind.

I’m not cut out for motherhood.I know I’ll survive. It’s everyone I love who dies.That changes now.

P.S. The dog never dies.

© 2027 Emily Kimelman (หนังสือเสียง): 9780466420031

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