Tabitha’s POV
The warmth of the blankets felt almost foreign against my battered body. Each breath was a struggle, the pain lingering deep in my bones, a constant reminder of everything I had endured. I tried to adjust my position, but even the smallest movement sent a jolt of agony through me.
I opened my eyes slowly, the dim light of the room coming into focus. The familiar scent of Fabrizio’s cologne filled the air—strong, comforting, and undeniably him. I tried to make sense of everything, but my thoughts were scattered, my mind a haze of grief and exhaustion.
The events of the past few days came crashing back with brutal clarity, the weight of the loss settling heavily on my chest. The baby. I pressed a trembling hand against my abdomen, my heart breaking all over again. It was emp
