““Oh God,” she murmured, and sank down onto the edge of the tub, dropping her head onto her knees. She felt like the world had just been jerked out from beneath her feet and she was free falling. Forcing herself to move, to do something, she tucked the test back into the box and stashed it under the counter. She was going to have to tell Vincent, but first she had to figure out how. Showering quickly, she dressed in a simple sweater set and jeans. The air was beginning to chill outside. She... had just walked into the kitchen to make herself some tea when the door bell rang. Changing directions, she pulled the door open and then stopped in her tracks. Icy dread poured over her. Ophelia stared at the woman standing outside the door without any feeling of connection. Her mother, she thought, and she might as well have been a Jehovah’s Witness. Of course, the Jehovah’s Witnesses would have been more welcome. Even through the screen she could see that time had not been kind to Vanessa. Her hair was dry and brittle, broken and her skin was leathery.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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