not scared,” she said flatly. “I’m done.”
The word hit me like a fist to the chest. “Done? They haven’t even opened their eyes yet.” “Three girls will ruin my life. I’m twenty-two. I still have a chance to marry well.” I stared at her, unable to process what I was hearing. “They’re not a storm, Lisa. They’re babies.” “Easy for you to say. You already continue reading …
