The Liar's Wife by Kiersten Modglin

Author:Kiersten Modglin [Modglin, Kiersten]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kiersten Modglin
Published: 2020-07-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning, I paced the house. Truth be told, I never stopped pacing. Ben never called. He never came home. Gray was still gone. Ben had taken Gray somewhere. He’d taken him away from me. But where…and why? What had I done that was so wrong?

My breasts ached from the need to pump, but I couldn’t bear it. Doing so only made me think of Gray, and to do that was taking a dagger to my heart, plunging its sharp blade into my most sensitive places. Had I done enough? Had I loved him enough? Had I smiled at him, cuddled him enough? Was I enough for him? What if I never saw my son again? Were these weeks, these mere days enough to satisfy me? To give him a memory of me at all? I’d grown him in my belly, cared for him, loved him, fought for hours to bring him into the world before having my stomach torn open to pull him free. I’d done so much and would do everything over again, but would any of that matter? If something had happened to them? If Ben had run off?

Nothing would matter to me anymore.

I thought losing Nate after finding out he’d been having an affair would be the worst pain I’d ever experienced, but this, no, this was worse. This was fire to my insides and scraping of my bones. Pulling at the tender nerves on every frayed part of the shell that remained in my place. Without Gray, I was nothing. Without Gray, I’d cease to exist. I was sure of it. I’d fall to the ground, nothing left of me but ash. The charred remains of a woman who’d lost the most important thing to her. Someone would sweep me away or the breeze would carry me off, and no one would know. No one would speak of my pain or know that it existed. My pain is not the kind you talk about. It’s the kind that’s swept under the rug at family get-togethers, where I’d become that cousin who lost her son. That niece whose husband ran away. The girl with the missing child. And with time, that would all fade. I’d be left with nothing. I’d be nothing.

I stared around the house, its walls mostly bare, and entirely bare of pictures of my son. I had three printed photos total from the hospital, and now one of those was being passed around by the police. I hadn’t even thought to ask if I’d get it back when she asked to keep it.

I had a few snapshots on my phone, as well as the blurry photos of him with Kat, but nothing more.

A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts, and I sprang forward, hope swelling in my chest so quickly I felt like it may burst.

I swung open the door, shocked to see a familiar face.

“Dannika?” I wiped my cheeks, though the tears were long dried. I felt my brows knit together in confusion.

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