Blackout by Lisa Phillips EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Lisa Phillips
- Language: English
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Morgan’s abdomen cramped. She let out a loud scream, her entire body
bearing downward. After the contraction dissipated, she sagged back
on the bed. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
The midwife they’d brought in patted her knee. “It won’t be long now.
Just a couple more pushes and your little one will greet the world.” The lines
on her face had nothing to do with smiling. Dark skin, dark eyes. She was
kind, but she’d seen too much to let that spark hope in her eyes. She knew
exactly what was happening here. “It won’t be long, hon.”
Smoothing her hand over her abdomen, Morgan concentrated on taking
deep breaths. She didn’t want to think about where she was, or what would
happen after she had this baby. Or the ace of spades tattoo at the base of her
thumb. One day she would burn it off herself. Walk away. Live free. She
hadn’t given up like the midwife, who never even told Morgan her name. She
wanted the hope. Some days it was all she had to cling to.
Like the fledgling hope that at least her baby would have a better life than
she ever had.
She could walk away knowing that. Believing it. Even if it was all she
The next contraction swelled in her midsection. Morgan’s body contorted
toward the middle. Her fingers curled into fists and her knees came up almost
to the T-shirt over her chest.
“Push, babygirl.” The midwife held her knee.
Morgan screamed all the pain and frustration back at them. The closed
door. Two men in the hall. She would get out, one way or another.
The pressure eased. Morgan stared at the rush of flesh and fluid between
her legs, her breath caught in her throat, waiting for that first sign of life. Was
her baby dead? That would be a kind of mercy, to give birth to a stillborn
child. One who would never know the horror that life could be. But when had
she deserved anything like that?
The child batted the air and let out a wet cry.
The midwife did something, then carried the baby to a table in the corner
they’d covered with a towel—her back to Morgan.
“Is she okay?”
The midwife glanced over her shoulder. “She’s healthy.” Then continued
to wrap the child in a pink blanket.
Morgan pushed up to her elbows, aware of the mess between her legs.
The door opened.
She shifted one knee to meet the other and turned her hips to lay them
down. The ache and burns of moments ago were still there. If he expected her
to get up right now, that wasn’t going to work.
He scanned her, a look of distaste on his face.
The midwife scooped up Morgan’s baby and left the room.
Morgan’s breath left in a whimper, and her hope went with it.
He moved to the side of the bed and reached out. Curled his fingers
around her throat and squeezed.
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