I yell as I kick off my heels at the door. Bella meets me at the door, her tail wagging happily. “Hey girl, where’s Skylar?” “Skylar?” I call through the house, but there is no answer. “Sky?” I call, going room to room. When I reach her bedroom, I find her fast asleep. A mountain of used Kleenex ...
I can hear it in her voice. I try to chalk it up to me being overly paranoid, but I still can’t seem to shake the chill that is shooting down my spine. I have been so worried about her overdoing it lately with her just getting out of the hospital last week. The baby has seemed to be draining th...