Chapter 22 When I was little , I got bitten by a dog . Ever since , I've always avoided them . Damian knew that . Back when we used to go out , if we saw a dog or heard one bark , he'd cover my ears and pull me into his arms . Now he didn't care anymore . All that mattered was whether Eleanor and Maureen were happy . I closed the curtain , slipped in my earbuds , and tried to block out the noise . They didn't walk for long , and the barking stopped . Still , I lay awake , tossing and turning until morning . At first , I thought it was just a one - off . But then night after night , I couldn't sleep . Every time I closed my eyes , I was back in that hospital room - crying , begging to see my baby . But Damian had already sent her to the crematorium , saying he didn't want me to be sad . For three years , I kept what was left of her in that tiny urn . Yesterday it shattered , and I couldn't stop seeing it break again and again . All day , I felt drained and low , with no interest in anything . 0.00 % 06:06 288 Vouchers Chapter 22 I knew something was wrong . To be sure , I went to the hospital and saw a psychiatrist . After hearing everything , the psychiatrist said I was showing signs of PTSD and needed help . Left untreated , it could turn into severe depression . He suggested desensitization therapy . I hesitated . It meant saying out loud the things I didn't want to remember , the people I didn't want to mention , the past that was so beautiful it hurt to think about now . He told me the only way to heal was to cut away the rot myself . It felt brutal , but I agreed to try . I didn't want this failed marriage to turn me into a bitter madwoman . The therapy wasn't about spilling everything at once . It would take time . The first session ended with the psychiatrist prescribing medication for anxiety and depression . He gave me one more suggestion : find a burial plot and lay my daughter's urn to rest . It wasn't just about honoring the child I lost . It was about giving myself closure . Damian might no longer be my husband , but he would always be her father . How I longed for my daughter to feel , even once , the kind of love Damian 27.599 06:06 Chapter 22 gave Maureen . I picked up the medication and headed home . To my surprise , Damian was there . 288 Vouchers Back then , he only stayed home when he was meditating in the chapel . Otherwise , he was at the office . The only time we talked was over breakfast . But ever since Eleanor and Maureen moved in , he'd been home a lot . Clearly , it wasn't that he was too busy ; he just didn't want to come home before . When I walked in , he glanced up from the magazine he was reading on the sofa . Instinctively , I hid the hospital pharmacy bag behind my back . I didn't want him to know I was seeing a psychiatrist . But he saw it anyway and didn't care . I had been foolish to think he would . Hiding it hadn't been necessary . I remembered what the psychiatrist had said and stopped in front of him , hesitating to ask abo burying the urn . " Got something to tell me ? " he said , setting the magazine aside . His gaze felt intense , like he was really looking at me . Shelly came in just then , smiling as she held out a small crystal dish of Almas Caviar . " Mrs. Caldwell , this is the best caviar . Mr. Caldwell asked me to save some for you . It's good for your health ! " 58.92 % 06:06 Chapter 22 280 Vouchers I knew she was trying to bring us closer . But I hated that everything I ate or used had to come from him . " Try it , " Damian said , as if he were being nice . I shook my head . " No thanks . I don't do leftovers . " It wasn't for me anyway . Eleanor had been eating it for days . Was she tired of it , or just couldn't finish ? 91.01 %