Chapter 11

Sienna

The infirmary was oddly quiet today.

The only sound that I heard throughout the whole day was the rustling of the nurses in the hallway.

The dim glow of the bed side lamp beside me cast the shaft shadow across the room, making this space feel even more isolated. Technically, most likely because it was most likely because I was here alone throughout the whole day.

It wasn’t only the fact that I was here alone, though. It was the fact that I knew that I was not wanted here, it was the fact that I seemed to have turned something that shouldn’t have been shifted the way it was.

I sat on the bed, Isla cradled in my arms. My baby. My little girl. The little Angel that I held on to.

I still could not believe that she was here, that she was born, that she was in my arms. However, the more I looked at her, the more I found myself smiling. The more I found myself growing a lot more assured by the fact that I knew that I did this one way or the