Priscilla
“Priscilla, are you ready?” Jack shouts as he knocks on the door.
I am sitting on the toilet staring at the positive pregnancy test. Tears are streaming down my cheeks as I am both apprehensive and happy.
“Honey,” Jack knocks again. “Everyone is waiting for us.”
Today, we are celebrating the completion of the house and all the farm buildings for the pack. We have invited our friends and family to Hope Springs. It’s been nearly a year since the pack buildings were burned, and I was held captive by Deacon Sullivan.
The door opens, and Jack pokes his head into the bathroom. “Honey,” He steps in wearing his brand-new suit. I gasp because I have never seen him in a suit, and he looks so handsome. He has our five-month-old son on his hip. “Are you okay?” He asks.
I sniffle and
