When He Was Wicked: The 2nd Epilogue - Plot & Excerpts
Counting, always counting. Seven days since her last menses. Six until she might be fertile. Twenty-four to thirty-one until she might expect to bleed again, provided she didn’t conceive. Which she probably wouldn’t. It had been three years since she’d married Michael. Three years. She’d suffered through her courses thirty-three times. She’d counted them, of course; made depressing little hatch marks on a piece of paper she kept tucked away in her desk, in the far back corner of the middle drawer, where Michael wouldn’t see. It would pain him. Not because he wanted a child, which he did, but rather because she wanted one so desperately. And he wanted it for her. Maybe even more than he wanted one himself. She tried to hide her sorrow. She tried to smile at the breakfast table and pretend that it didn’t matter that she’d a wad of cloth between her legs, but Michael always saw it in her eyes, and he seemed to hold her closer through the day, kiss her brow more often. She tried to tell herself that she should count her blessings.
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