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Druid let out a low breath at Fiona’s next question. She didn’t want to unload this on anyone, particularly someone she didn’t know well. But she was beginning to worry that she was actually a danger to herself and others, notably her own helpless, newborn children. The thought alone made her eyes tear up and her lip tremble.

The pregnancy was rough, which was perhaps the understatement of the year, but I thought everything would get better once they were here. Druid took a few shaky breaths before continuing, I’d take round-the-clock vomiting again over this.

But what was this? That’s what Fiona wanted to know. Druid knew she had to explain better. She had to admit these dark, horrible things about herself. Maybe it was better to confess to someone like Fiona. She would surely judge Druid, though she could bear losing the respect of someone like her over just about anyone else in Rivenwood.

I don’t feel attached to them. They just suck… and suck… and suck… Gosh, that description worked on multiple levels, didn’t it? And I just feel terrible all the time. They’ve destroyed my body but it’s so much more than that. And they—I—shit, I’m an absolutely awful mother, Druid confessed through a blur of tears.