CHAPTER 74

EDWINA 

I was losing my mind. 

Noah had gone weeks without speaking. He had even stopped playing with his toys completely.

It was as though a switch had been flipped in him, and there was no light, no sign of the boy I birthed and raised for the past four years. 

I did everything I could think of. I begged, pleaded, cajoled, sang, danced, cried.

It changed nothing.

Harriet suggested that I shook take him to see a children specialist. The doctor I took Noah to said his mind was too young to handle the stress of suddenly finding out about his father. 

So in order to protect him, his brain had shut down. It would take a great deal of time and patience to coax the brain back into believing that there was no need to be scared.

That had been a while ago.

I was running out of time. And patience. 

My mind was unraveling under the stress, and I was at sea. I had no idea what I was going to do.