2672022Savage Gracehttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/savage-grace-1230003429587/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3098090/91800621-4fc3-42ec-90d8-296ca1fff9db.jpg?v=638384877869800000132132MXNEmily KimelmanInStock/Ebooks/Im pregnant.Gripping the test in my hand, I cant stop staring at the blue cross in the window.Tears roll, hot and slow, down my cheeks. I huddle in a low ball, emotion bowing me. My dog, Blue, whines and presses against my side, his warm tongue on my cheek, his musky scent enveloping me. A familiar comfort.Will my child love Blue as I do?My phone vibrates on the bathroom counter, and I hiccup a sob. Squeezing my eyes shut, pressing more tears free, I hold my breath. Blood rushes in my ears, and my heart throbs in my chesta tidal wave is washing me away. I cant do this.The soft ping of a voicemail brings my eyes open. Im staring at the cross again.Blue shifts closer, leaning his warm weight against me. As tall as a Great Dane, with the elegant snout of a collie, the markings of a wolf, and mismatched eyesone blue the other brownBlue means the world to me.My heart will have to make room for more.Fear slices through me, adrenaline flooding my veins and bringing another whine from Blue. Standing quickly, the adrenaline demanding action, I glance at my phone.Robert Maxim.He cant know. My eyes trace to the trash can of the hotel bathroom. Wrap up the test and put it in there.But my hand wont follow the advice. My fingers grip tighter, refusing to release the small wand of plastic. The proof. The truth.Grabbing my phone off the counter, I step back into the hotel room. Blue stays close to my hip, his nose tapping my waist once, a gentle reminder he is there.I shove the plastic wand into my bag, pushing it into a zipper interior pocket and closing it up. Locking it away.Just throw it out. I cant.My hand strays to my stomach, and Blues nose swipes against my fingers. Vision blurred with tears, I stand in the center of the hotel room, my mind reeling. Lightning sizzles across my vision, and thunder ricochets inside my mind.Im not cut out for motherhood. I know Ill survive. Its everyone I love who dies. That changes now.P.S. The dog does not die.Beware: If you cant handle a few f-bombs, you cant handle this series....2607951Savage Grace132132https://www.gandhi.com.mx/savage-grace-1230003429587/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3098090/91800621-4fc3-42ec-90d8-296ca1fff9db.jpg?v=638384877869800000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20191230003429587_W3siaWQiOiJhNjlmY2ZmOS0wNmZkLTQwYzUtYjUzMy0xMTFhZTQ5OWI0Y2EiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjEzMiwiZGlzY291bnQiOjAsInNlbGxpbmdQcmljZSI6MTMyLCJpbmNsdWRlc1RheCI6dHJ1ZSwicHJpY2VUeXBlIjoiSXBwIiwiY3VycmVuY3kiOiJNWE4iLCJmcm9tIjoiMjAyNC0wNS0xOVQyMDowMDowMFoiLCJyZWdpb24iOiJNWCIsImlzUHJlb3JkZXIiOmZhbHNlfV0=1230003429587_Im pregnant.Gripping the test in my hand, I cant stop staring at the blue cross in the window.Tears roll, hot and slow, down my cheeks. I huddle in a low ball, emotion bowing me. My dog, Blue, whines and presses against my side, his warm tongue on my cheek, his musky scent enveloping me. A familiar comfort.Will my child love Blue as I do?My phone vibrates on the bathroom counter, and I hiccup a sob. Squeezing my eyes shut, pressing more tears free, I hold my breath. Blood rushes in my ears, and my heart throbs in my chesta tidal wave is washing me away. I cant do this.The soft ping of a voicemail brings my eyes open. Im staring at the cross again.Blue shifts closer, leaning his warm weight against me. As tall as a Great Dane, with the elegant snout of a collie, the markings of a wolf, and mismatched eyesone blue the other brownBlue means the world to me.My heart will have to make room for more.Fear slices through me, adrenaline flooding my veins and bringing another whine from Blue. Standing quickly, the adrenaline demanding action, I glance at my phone.Robert Maxim.He cant know. My eyes trace to the trash can of the hotel bathroom. Wrap up the test and put it in there.But my hand wont follow the advice. My fingers grip tighter, refusing to release the small wand of plastic. The proof. The truth.Grabbing my phone off the counter, I step back into the hotel room. Blue stays close to my hip, his nose tapping my waist once, a gentle reminder he is there.I shove the plastic wand into my bag, pushing it into a zipper interior pocket and closing it up. Locking it away.Just throw it out. I cant.My hand strays to my stomach, and Blues nose swipes against my fingers. Vision blurred with tears, I stand in the center of the hotel room, my mind reeling. Lightning sizzles across my vision, and thunder ricochets inside my mind.Im not cut out for motherhood. I know Ill survive. Its everyone I love who dies. That changes now.P.S. The dog does not die.Beware: If you cant handle a few f-bombs, you cant handle this series....1230003429587_Emily Kimelmanlibro_electonico_ac1a7e4b-fbb3-321d-a3b8-47cab744dcfb_1230003429587;1230003429587_1230003429587Emily KimelmanInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/2288a32f-cb08-465c-8cb1-d68690228997-epub-0ad40e10-25f2-4765-be6f-18b0e21657ca.epub2019-09-26T00:00:00+00:00Emily Kimelman