Rising from Ashes–1
Thea’s POV
My hands trembled slightly as I scrubbed the dust from the floor, my pregnancy- heightened sense of smell making the cleaning chemicals almost nauseating. But I stubbornly continued cleaning anyway, desperate to keep my mind from wandering. I was still struggling to accept the reality of my pregnancy.
When Sebastian had refused the idea of us having another child, I’d practically given up hope of ever giving Leo a sibling. Now I had another pup growing inside me and didn’t know how to feel about it.
My phone rang, Iris’s name flashing on the screen. A few weeks ago, I would’ve ignored it completely, but today was different. Pushing away people who cared about me wasn’t
doing me any good.
“Hey, Iris,” I said softly as I sat down.
I’d been so fucking tired lately. I should have realized it wasn’t just fatigue.
“Goddamn it, Thea, you finally answered! I thought you wouldn’t pick up,” she said loudly through the phone, then sniffled. “I’ve missed your voice. It’s been weeks since I heard it.”
“I’m sorry,” I exhaled. “I just didn’t know how to deal with everything, so I pushed you
away.”
I was never good at expressing emotions or even acknowledging them. Probably because I’d learned to hide my true feelings in the Sterling household from an early age. There, showing vulnerability meant more contempt. So I’d shut down, tried to bury them. But
now I realized that bottling up emotions only made things worse, like licking wounds
alone only made them fester.
“Are you okay now?” she asked.
“Not completely, but I’m getting there,” I said, my hand unconsciously moving to my
stomach.
I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I would come out stronger from all this. I couldn’t help remembering standing at the edge of that cliff, the urge to end it all. My
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