Chapter 99

My hands move to my stomach and I think about the child growing inside of me. I look to Danyal, fear in my eyes and in my gut. "I'm scared." "I know." Danyal comes around the table and crouches before me, hand resting on mine. "I am too." I am slowly losing my sanity to the past and the future. My night has been full of glasses of flat sparkling juice, which Roman continued to remind me was at least red, as if that made it's horrible taste any better, and the blurring of my mother's quickly printed words across a yellowing sheet of false hope and despair. Speaking of hope, Roman seemed to be the only one left in the room who could find any. If a sentence wasn't full-out right damning, Roman found a way to it hopeful. His ability to see the light in all situations was both inspiring and annoying. I can't handle two different emotions and feelings swirling around in my head. I can't handle much these days anymore. "Okay." R