The Key in the Bottle

The Key in the Bottle

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When 28 year old Ginny Merritt finds out she is expecting an unwanted child, she goes into a state of panic, although she knows for certain her husband Nick is going to be over joyed at the news, she decides to keep him in the dark for as long as she can. She doesn't want to be a mother. She does not want to bring a baby into the world. 'I can vaguely remember having dreams, more like terrible nightmares last night. I would see the tiny baby on the floor and just walk past it, ignoring it's cries for attention, then force myself to wake up, just to fall back into another terrifying nightmare where I would suffocate the baby with my bare hands. I felt like a monster even though it wasn't real. That's not the way it happened.' The key in the bottle that her father continuously chugs from holds all the answers.
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✨ First In The Renée Series ✨ Our story started with a million ugly secrets and a million fake smiles. Our story got complicated fast, baby; Lickety-split, the ugly secrets began to blur out our million fake smiles. The story that runs in our blood started when the blood drew out our vines. It got hazy when I ran from my tragedies. I had my ghost to prove how bad it got back in the city of gloom and rain. My nightmares reminded me of the catastrophes. I have their blood staining my skin till the end of time. Your blood will stain those walls till the end of time. He has your blood marking his fingertips until his ugly smiles fall six feet underground. The stars took in each moment of us before your heart bashed against your ribcage. They disappeared when our world slipped from our clutch. I swore on those stars that I wouldn't let them take your life like they did the last time. And, the story got out-of-focus and complex in the end. So, we didn't fight; We dropped our swords and our lives and slipped into new galaxies- --Alone. I ran from our tragedy. You let our tragedy slip from your mind. Now we both are back at square one. New million ugly secrets. New fake smiles. Does our story continue or is it at its end? I sit under the same stars and read our story. 'Cause our story holds more of our truth than our million fake smiles, darlin'. This story was only the beginning of our complicated fight to find the broken pieces of the broken soul that we kept in our back pockets. And, I hope you read it, darling.

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