Karina
“Can you cut this off of me?" I ask Mason after he's laid me down in our bed.
His eyes flash to the hospital bracelet I'm wearing, and I can tell it annoys him as much as it annoys me. I don't like the reminder of what went down earlier today and honestly could do without anything ever reminding me again. After the hospital had pronounced me and the baby, which after some testing they told me they think is a girl, were okay, Mason had brought us home.
“I'm so sorry this happened to you," he whispers as he cuts it off, rubbing at the irritation the plastic edges had left on my skin.
“Look at me." I give him my most stern teacher's voice. “This wasn't your fault. He was an unhinged psychopath who thought he'd get away with potentially killing kids. This isn't you, Mason. This is
