I Was Miscarrying Our Baby

Part 8: The Coffee Shop Execution A few days later, I received a text from an unknown number. It was Fiona, asking to meet at a local upscale Starbucks "to…

Part 5: The Hemorrhage Bright, crimson blood stained the polished wood. Corinne let out a blood-curdling scream, covering her mouth with her hands. Declan stood frozen like a statue, his…

Part 3: The Public Square I poured the gelatinous, congealed soup into a small saucepan, turned the gas burner on high, and watched the golden broth bubble and steam. Once…