Sadie's POV
I stared at my father, my hands clenched into fists, unsure I had heard him right.
"What do you mean my mother is not to be disturbed for the rest of her pregnancy?" I asked him bitterly "Surely she would need some help during childbirth?" I protested, like the petulant teenager I was.
A small voice reminded me that my mother had not even looked at me since my brother's death. Maybe she had asked that I not try and bond with her? It stung. I remember from my childhood when she spent time with me, reading stories, walking with me, and hugging me. How long ago that seemed. Now I was just considered a nuisance, someone to be tolerated by my own parents.
My father took a deep breath and pinched the end of his nose, looking frustrated with me. He hated that I had the nerve to
