The wind was cold that evening. It brushed against the edges of Vivian’s face like invisible blades, cutting through her skin as though the world itself was punishing her.
The sky had turned grey…an endless sea of mourning clouds…and the cemetery stretched before her in silence, as though time itself had stopped breathing.
She sat down slowly, her knees trembling beneath the weight of her body. Her belly…round and heavy…made it impossible to curl herself the way she wanted to.
She tried, anyway. She folded her arms, buried her head between them, and the sob that escaped her throat trembled through the cold air.
Her tears fell silently at first. Then they began to fall harder, faster…each drop carving lines of grief down her cheeks.
At that moment, nothing mattered anymore.
Not the
