"What are you doing with her?!" The door to my room barged open.

Catherine came in and without warning, pulled me roughly by my shirt and began to hit me. Thankfully, uncle Pete was fast on his feet and pushed her away. "What the hell, Catherine?"

She had managed to scratch my neck and that part hurt. More tears fell from my eyes.

Uncle Pete had been consoling me as I wouldn't stop mourning the loss of my pregnancy. I'd refused breakfast because I didn't have the appetite for it.

Who would ...