Chapter 22 – Ella’s Nightmares

Ella

“Wait, what!” I exclaim, not believing my own ears. “You got your job back?”

“It sounds like somebody very important called in some favors for me.” My sister confirms. “They even gave me a raise to compensate for my troubles.”

She doesn’t need to say more. There’s only one person with enough power to undo a command issued by Dominic Sinclair – and that’s Dominic Sinclair himself. “I can’t believe this. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“You mean you didn’t ask?” I can imagine the precise look on Cora’s face. Stunned and reeling at once.

“I mean, not after that first time.” I relate, wondering if I should have tried harder to help her. Did I misperceive my importance to Sinclair, or the power I hold now that I’m carrying his child?

“Well apparently that’s all it took.” She relates, her voice full of elation. “Thank you, Ella.”

“Don’t thank me,” I object. “I’m the one who got us into this situation to begin with.” I remind her ruefully.

“Of course you didn’t.” She refutes. “Listen, I don’t know how it happened, but either I made a mistake or…”

“Or what?” I press.

“Or someone did this on purpose.” She sounds uncertain now, as if she can’t fathom the motive for such an act. I find myself equally confused.

“Why would they?” I fret, not wanting to believe my sister messed up so badly, but not seeing any logic in the alternative.

don’t know.” She confesses. “But that’s not important now. It’s all going to be okay from here on out. You get your baby,

the country.” I share. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to

ask for Sinclair’s help.” Cora suggests, a note of teasing in her voice – the same

to think I’m high maintenance. He’s already helped me so much.” Glancing at the closed door Sinclair disappeared behind, I sidle back towards the entrance, lowering my voice to a whisper. “If I start to seem like too much trouble he might change his mind about letting me have visitation rights with the baby. It’s honestly driving me crazy – I’ve got to

you were an open

fragile, too annoying to put up with. It’s exhausting.” I drag my hand through my hair. “I end up over-analyzing everything I do with him. I

sweetie.”

time to get my bearings. Once I figure Sinclair out I’ll understand what I need to do to keep my head above

the

prompt my sister, knowing

I worry when I hear you talk that way.” Cora admits. “It’s like you’re still in survival mode – ‘keeping your

baby. The best I can hope for if I do perfectly is visitation rights after Sinclair finds his mate, and even that could mean anything from every weekend to once a year. I don’t want

you otherwise? Any morning sickness?” She asks, excitement entering her

in the bathroom… but I’ve never been happier to

happier for you to feel miserable either.” She jokes.

the more secure I feel that it’s growing big

meet his father.” I confess. “It was great to talk though, let’s

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in the wheelchair was far from the imposing figure I expected. He radiated quiet strength and dignity, but he also welcomed me to his family with genuine warmth. I could see the shadow of

napping and reading my pregnancy books. I can’t believe how tired I’ve been, or how hungry. I expected the changes,

abusive parents. In my dreams I’m always running away from someone, trying to protect Cora and my other surrogate siblings. The dreams have gotten worse since I got pregnant, no doubt

my own screams and pleading tears fill my head, as dreadful images fill my vision. The next thing I know someone is shouting

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