Novels

Novels

Motherhood WIP

Prologue The pain showing in her face was something he had never wished to see. Her hands were clammy and cold, almost lifeless. He had always heard the saying that 'life is just a series of rooms', and what really shaped your future were the people you got stuck inside of those rooms with. This cold delivery room had now become their personal hell, this singular room that would shape their future and send it on some downward spiral neither of them could control.