97 Chapter 97: Esme's Help

-Molly-

I laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling for what felt like hours as I tried to find some way of getting away from here safely. The last thing I wanted to do was steal one of their cars. Paul would definitely make sure I was in prison until my baby was 18... if he let it live that long.

I growled at my morbid thoughts before I shoved them away.

Laying my hand gently on my belly, I smiled when I noticed the tiny, almost imperceptible bump. No one else would notice it, but I did. Inside that tiny bump was a flutter of a butterfly wing. As if my baby was telling me he was there and he was excited to meet me too.

“Don’t worry, little peanut. I will never let anyone hurt you,” I whispered to my baby.

The butterfly’s wing fluttered again as if to say he believed me. I relaxed into the bed and let my mind wander, hoping something would come to it.