When Lyle told Dayanara that he needed her, my heart broke. I tried to read Dayanara to see what she was thinking. Lyle’s body was so close to hers that I couldn’t see her that much. Then she suddenly shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move.
“You’re suffocating me,” her voice was thin, almost childlike.
He eased back half a step, hands raised in surrender. “I’m sorry. I just—Dayanara, please. Give me a chance. One f*****g chance.”
She was silent for a long moment and I could see the turmoil in her eyes. She was torn and in pain. It did something to me. The strange power inside of me began to bubble and grow. It spread through my body, leaking into every vein. The feeling grew and buzzed up my spine. This was a living pulse inside of me, but it wasn’t me. It was my baby. It was strange,
