Chapter 68
The next morning, she found Eric sitting on the back porch, cup of coffee in hand. He looked up with a smile, one that immediately dropped at the sight of her face. “What is it? Cramps? Pain?”
“This isn’t going to work.” She fell into the chair next to him and gestured to her face. “Look at me.”
He didn’t argue with her, and as much as she would have liked an innocent and sweet assertion that she didn’t look like she was puffing up like a marshmallow, she appreciated the honest assessment when he sighed and nodded.
“I know.” He set down his coffee cup. “Roxy, I was up all night thinking, and I have an idea.” He tented his fingers together.
“It’s crazy, but I think it’s a solution. ”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes; Eric had never had a crazy thought in his life. But then he began to outline the details of a plan that was, in fact, crazy.
She loved it from the minute she heard it.
As Eric talked his vision out, hope blossomed in her chest and spread throughout her entire body. Even her baby seemed to agree, kicking against her inner walls.
Peace.
Separation from the curse that she had lived with for her entire life, one that hung like a dark cloud over her marriage, her decisions, and her friendships.
Safety for her baby.
A normal life for her son.
And all that had to happen was Roxy needed to die.