The Skin She Stole
Language: en
My husband’s untouchable first love and I went into labor on the exact same day, but I was the one barred from the delivery room. Even after she had safely delivered her baby, the doors remained locked to me. Henry stared down at me, his face a mask of terrifying indifference. He looked at me not as a husband looks at his wife, but as a stranger evaluating a piece of property. "The spiritual advisor was very clear, Madeline," he said, his voice maddeningly calm. "A child born exactly at the stroke of dawn possesses the grounded, stoic energy required to serve. You just need to wait three…