Ebony's Confessions: The Rose of Ebony, Book 2 (Unabridged‪)‬

I could’ve died that day, along with my unborn child.

I can only imagine your expression after hearing that. Please don’t judge me as if you’re perfect. I’m opening up to you - a stranger, a fellow church-goer, a lover of drama-filled books, a distant friend. Regardless of the nature of our acquaintance, I’m confident in the fact that you can’t hurt me. I’ve suffered enough, and our connection is only by the gateway of literature. I’m glad I got that part out of the way because there is so much I want to tell you.

I won’t bore you with a repetition of words or events from my last confession. Instead, I’ll tell you the events that led up to the worst moment I can remember - that morning when all I could do was cry out in horror. You may ask why I didn’t tell you all of this in the beginning. Well, my rebuttal would be, when do we ever do things completely right?

Be patient with me, and I’ll tell you everything.

Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?