Chapter Seventy-Four.

"You're not pregnant."

In that moment, a breath of relief escaped her sour lips and Kayla pushed a hard lump down her throat. It was a sunny morning in Arlingtons Height and that day marked a month since what happened to her husband, Colton.

Call it paranoia but the few days leading to this one, she had felt the hunch that she might have been pregnant because they’d been trying months ago—months before she realized the atrocious monster that he was. Slowly, she’d met her peace during these four weeks but his mother seemed to still blame her for his disappearance.

As she sat in that chair, it was not as if she didn’t miss him.

Because she did, on top of that she wished things might have been different. She’d wanted to get pregnant for the longest time but sitting there again, she wasn’t sure what she wanted. Wasn’t sure if that breath was one of worry or of relief.

Her family planning doctor sat forward in his chair but he still held the results on a thin sheet of paper in his hands. K