“As the father, I have the right to decide. And since Grace’s nightmares and miscarriages were caused by you, if your child’s bones can atone for you—then so be it.”
Grace covered her mouth and laughed.
“Exactly, sis. Your child can atone for your sins. That’s you earning some virtue.”
“Honestly, thank goodness it died early. With a mother as vile as you, even if it hadn’t been made into Rosary Beads, you would’ve dragged it to an ugly end sooner or later.”
“Now I’m giving it a chance—to bring me peace and help me conceive. That’s its blessing. Who knows, maybe the Grim Reaper will be pleased and bump it up in the line for reincarnation—let it come back as a dog…”
Her words detonated inside me, blowing my heart and soul to pieces.
I kicked her over, grabbed the red-hot fire tongs, and pressed them to her belly.
“If I scorch your uterus right now, you won’t need help conceiving, will you?”
“Oh wait—maybe I should just stab through your skull. Then you’ll never have nightmares again.”
“If you want to live, hand over the Rosary Beads!”
“Anna Moore, will you ever stop?!”
Ethan clamped down on my wrist hard enough to crush bone.