After changing my pad, I step out of the bathroom and walk to the bed where Franky is lying down. James wasn't cruel enough not to offer me pads after he caused my miscarriage. I sit on the small chair beside the bed and take Franky's hand in mine. It's been a few hours since the doctor came to patch her wounds. He said she would survive, and all she needed was a lot of rest. I am just praying she can get some rest while we are held here.

Franky moves in the bed and pushes her dress ...