Tabitha’s POV
The silence was thick, pressing against my eardrums, broken only by the faint drip of water somewhere in the distance. My body had become a stranger to me, every movement sending waves of pain through my limbs. I could feel the dried blood on my thighs, a constant reminder of the life that had been taken from me—ripped away before I could even protect it.
My baby. Gone. The hollow ache in my abdomen was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness in my soul. The raw grief clawed at my insides, leaving me breathless. I tried to focus, to cling to something, anything, but all that remained was the crushing realization that I had lost everything.
The cold concrete floor dug into my skin, but I barely noticed. My wrists throbbed from the ropes they had used to bin
