Christy's POV
The house felt too quiet for the storm in my chest, my emotions have been all over the place lately, I don't know if it was the pregnancy hormone or something.
I sat on the edge of the couch, hands clenched so tightly on my lap that my nails dug half-moons into my palms.
The television was on but muted, the screen flickering with moving figures I couldn't focus on. I had been staring at it for almost an hour, trying to summon up the courage I didn't have.
I have never been a weak person, so I really couldn't explain the nervousness that I am feeling.
Kendrick.
The name itself made me more nervous. My heart had carried him for so long that even now, after all the pain, after all the betrayals and the humiliation, it still beat out of rhythm whenever I thought about him.
I should hate him after everything and yet…
"Christy."
My head jerked up at the sound of Mason's voice.
