Chapter 4

The next morning. Hudson, despite his well known aversion to germs, tenderly cleaned and redressed my

wounds.

The home nurse watched with barely concealed envy. I felt nothing but emptiness.

His heart seemed to break when he saw my crying swollen eyes, that familiar look of worry crossing his face.

"Reese, I know you're grieving. Trust me, I am too. But you need to rest - I've lost our boy, I can't lose you too. Let me handle the funeral today."

Handle it? Like you handled murdering your own son?

Swallowing my bitter thoughts, I kept my voice steady.

"No. I need to say goodbye to my baby."

At the funeral home, I spotted them immediately - Valeria and a teenage boy, practically holding court with my mother-in-law Eleanor. They were making her laugh.

At her grandson's funeral.

- she'd chosen a skin-tight red dress. The teenager matched in

didn't seem to notice or care. She fawned over them

them with umbrellas from the mild

"Oh Eleanor, sweetie, save the umbrella for poor Reese

all, she's the one who lost

turned to me, her face

ungrateful brat gone. Why the dramatic puffy eyes? So theatrical -

actually care about family. Rushed straight here off their

old me. Even brought me this gorgeous jade bracelet. They're real family

selfish ass."

Eleanor never accepted me.

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good enough for her precious Hudson. During my years of infertility, she

how he always defended me, called

couldn't take his eyes off Valeria, looking at her like she

triumphant smirk before clutching Eleanor's

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