Things only went from bad to worse. The baby, a girl, had been born early and I wasn't allowed to see her despite her being rather poorly. It would be a month before the DNA test was back and until then I was beside myself with worry.
Emma wouldn't answer my calls and had threatened to get the police involved. There was nothing I could do. My friends tried their best to support me but I found myself in a deep hole with no way out. I tried not to feel sorry for myself when that baby had bigger problems.
If she was mine and I missed these first incredibly difficult and precious moments, I would never forgive myself. I didn't even know her name. I didn't know how much she weighed. I knew nothing other than her mother was adamant that I never got to meet her even if she was mine.
Was there even any point in me being alive?
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[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]]
Random'Lily.' A soft voice said from somewhere in the dark. My head was fuzzy and my body discontented from my brain. But the main thing was I felt no pain. I felt relief. I wasn't in the rubble anymore. I could hear beeps and distant voices. I knew I was...
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