Olivia’s POV

I lay on the ground, and silent tears were rolling down my face. I sneezed a little; it seemed like I had caught a cold.

All I could think about was that man who had tried to force that herbal drink down my throat. They wanted to take away my child. They wanted to kill my baby.

The more I thought about it, the more hot tears streamed down my face.

I was filled with worry. When they had forced the liquid into my mouth, I wasn’t sure if I had swallowed some. It kept me on ...