That Baby Was Never Yours

The night I was discharged from the hospital, Cherry shattered what was left of my soul.

With a chilling casualness, she told me the name of the person who had kept me prisoner five years ago—the person who had delighted in my systematic destruction. It was Bianca.

Bianca. My younger brother Jace’s wife.

The news felt like a physical explosion inside my skull. My voice shook as I begged her to tell me she was joking, but Cherry just continued, her face a mask of terrifying serenity.