They Stole My Daughter's Heart , So I Destroyed Them AllChapter 1
The day after my daughter died on the operating table, I went home to pack up her things. Without warning, a wave of nausea surged through me.
I stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test, and the tears I'd been holding back finally broke free.
I had just lost one child. Was this heaven's way of giving me another? Grief and disbelief crashed into each other inside my chest.
Her toys were still scattered around the house, as if they still held the warmth of her little fingers. I wanted to gather them all and bring them to my room, to keep something of her close.
But while I was moving things, I accidentally bumped the smart speaker. It had been her favorite. She used to record messages on it every day, telling me everything she'd done.
I played the last recording. I just wanted to hear her voice.
"Amber Fox is such an idiot. I tricked her into signing the surgical consent form. Once our baby is better, we'll take the money and start a new life together."
That wasn't my daughter's voice. I knew that voice better than almost any other. It was my adopted sister, Mabel Fox.