We Had Three Babies, He Killed Them for My Sister

The day I was discharged from the hospital after my miscarriage happened to be Vlad Armstrong’s birthday. I kept it a secret from everyone and brought gifts home, wanting to surprise him.

I bought his favorite flowers and a watch, then rushed back excitedly. Before I could even push the door open, deafening music and laughter crashed into me, stabbing at my eardrums.

The living room was brightly lit, with streamers and balloons covering the ceiling.

Friends gathered together, chatting and laughing.

Madeline was wearing a dazzling silk gown, her cheeks flushed.