CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN: EMMA ENDLESS
I was myself again.
The potion had worked its magic.
We should have asked for a way out of Hell, but even I knew that was too much. We would have to do things the old-fashioned way: escape. I glanced over at Bradley as we walked in the darkness. He’d been acting strangely ever since he found me.
“Are you disappointed?” I asked.
“Disappointed? About what?” he furrowed his brows together, confused.
“About me,” I said, “about Clark. About the baby. We were safe, and I still managed to get knocked up.”
He stopped and looked directly at me. “Of course, I’m not disappointed! What would make you think that?”
“I thought…. well….” I hesitated, not really knowing how best to put into words what I wanted to say. “The baby, it’s proof that I didn’t do
