(Kim's Point of View)
The more I looked in the bathroom mirror, the more I couldn't believe I was pregnant. I was carrying Arthur's child and Arthur was gone.
Reality struck me every time. It had been a week since he had been laid to rest, and a week wasn't enough time to grieve for someone I loved deeply; not even years could cure my shattered heart.
I sobbed as I realized the only person who gave me strength was no longer there. I sobbed as I realized I would be raising our child alone and that my child would be fatherless.
Why was fate so cruel? What was I fighting for if Arthur was no longer alive?
He was the reason I was willing to go to hell.
"Kim,"
I heard the sound of my name. I immediately wiped my tears and went outside the bathroom to the bedroom to find M
