Chapter 70

Flashes of memory, one after another, finally settled on the image of a blood-soaked mass of tissue. Her baby must had been in so much pain.

Latisha closed her eyes and placed the knife against her wrist. The sharp edge pressed into her skin, leaving a thin red line.

One small movement was all it would take to be free.

Just then, her phone, tucked in her pocket, vibrated.

Latisha's eyes snapped open. She stared at the knife in her hand, then fumbled for her phone.

It was a message from Nikita. After waiting for so long, the message had arrived at this exact moment.

Latisha's eyelashes trembled. She opened WhatsApp and played the voice note.