Every Time She Prayed, My Baby Died

Three years of marriage. Three pregnancies. Every time I confirmed I was pregnant, my sister-in-law Ophelia would walk into the chapel behind the manor. Then my in-laws would drag me to the hospital and force me to abort the healthy baby. The night after my third miscarriage, I dragged my weakened body to follow her into the chapel. The moment I pushed open that door, my blood ran cold. In that instant, I finally understood why my three children had to die.