Womb of Lies, Heart of Fury

, a brutal reminder of the life formi

yes, a pale, cold blue, scanning my body as if insp

t the vessel. A container. Nothing more. This baby is mine

matically dismantled and cornered into this arrangeme

ed. She manipulated every situation, even forcing Liam, m

ready lost in this house. The first was mine and Liam' s, brutally taken from me a

myself, a shred of humanity, being

f my first child-a tiny ultrasound pic

f that house, leaving behind the wreckage of my pas