Chapter Sixty-Two
Melonie
G etting in and out of cars is becoming increasingly harder as the weeks pass by. I finally get situated and buckle my seatbelt. I hit the button for the ignition and connect my phone, settling on a Taylor Swift playlist.
The salon I’m meeting the girls at isn’t far. We’re trying a new place recommended to Gigi by one of her employees. It will be nice to relax and not have to worry about how I’m going to reach my toes to paint them.
I stop at a red light and Millie starts to move. I put my hand on my stomach.
“Hey, baby girl, you’re finally up.”
Linc and I talk to her every day. She started to respond to Linc’s voice a couple weeks ago, and he cried. I never thought I would end up with a man more emotional than I am, but it works. I keep his side of the fridge clean; he helps me keep in touch with my emotions.
I smile with the feeling of her kicks as the light turns green, and I press the gas. I’m halfway through the intersection when the last things I hear are screeching tires, the crunch of metal, and glass breaking.
Pain shoots through my body, and it’s hard to breathe. Then everything goes black.