“Oh my God, this is so bad. This is so bad.” Olivia grips her distressed face, pulling her lower eyelids down. “Watching him play like this, when he’s so confident and in control and being a leader, it … it does things to me. Scary, scary things.” I arch my brow. “Like what?” “It gives the thoughts in my head a voice. And do you know what they say?” She leans closer, brown eyes wild with terror as she whispers, “You could do it. You could handle one more baby.” I bark out a laugh, slapping a hand across her eyes and pulling her into my chest. “Shhh, Ollie. Don’t let the voices win.”
