#Chapter 133: Waiting

Ella I waited. And waited. And… waited. One by one, the other women in the room were called for their interviews. Slowly, the room began to drain, leaving me behind. Even Sophia got called before I did, strutting out of the room with her head held high and a triumphant smile on her face. Meanwhile, I was left to rot. I waited for so long that the exhaustion of the past few days finally began to catch up with me. Sitting on the plush sofa that I had once spent afternoons reading leisurely on made me realize how uncomfortable the cellar room was, and the crackling fire in the fireplace began to lull me to sleep. Soon, I was beginning to nod off right there on the couch. I fell into dreams of blood and death. I dreamt of crimson liquid gushing from between my legs, washing my baby away in a red tide. I reached for him, trying to save him, but it was too late. He was drowning, being pulled beneath the bloody ocean by dark hands. B