Soooooooooo.
I'm just gonna write these things down. I'm not telling you what book. And I'm not using names. But this will be in one of my books.
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I sighed and got into bed. I wrapped an arm around her. She turned away and fought my grasp. I looked away a bit hurt.
"Listen..."
"It's been a week. They'll never find her. They won't find any of them."
I sighed."Don't be a downer."
"How? I'm missing a child. And-"
"And what?"
"The baby...is a miscarriage."
"What?!"
"The doctors said...that he wouldn't make it."
I grabbed my head."I'm sorry."
There was a silence from her."It's okay. I'm just stressed. I'll have to get an abortion and stuff. I'll be downstairs."
The bed lifted on her side. There was creaking as the door opened and closed. I closed my eyes and fought back tears. A child was dead and my daughter was missing.
And it was all my fault.
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Walking Dead gives me these ideas. Don't get mad. But EY. Spoilers!
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