Chapter 9: What if?
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I lay in bed. Stephano is next to me and a bunch of “what if” ’s are floating in my head.
“What if our baby really is dead?”
“What if our baby isn’t dead, but is injured?”
“What if our baby is a boy?”
“ What if? What if? What if.”
They run around in my head. At least we will know in four months.
