ASHLEY'S P. O. V

“I don't understand” I whispered.

Genevieve blinked and glanced out my window, her eyes unfocused.

My baby fluttered, this time more strongly, and I had to drag in a breath after another to calm my racing heart.

My legs shook like twigs, and I lowered myself to the couch. “I don't understand,” I repeated, this time so quietly, it was almost inaudible.

“I'm telling the truth, Ashley. My cancer's been back for months now,” she said as she dropped to my side on ...