Charlotte’s POV
I woke with a start at half past two. My heart was pounding, and I’d broken out in a cold sweat at some point during my nightmare, making my hair stick to the back of my neck.
Another nightmare. Just like most nights.
I sighed, having grown all too used to the feeling by now. My dreams were often plagued with images of blood and undeveloped lips forming the word: “Mommy”.
My miscarriage.
It never got easier, even if the nightmares were routine by now. Usually, I managed to fall back asleep, but this night had been a little worse than normal. I decided to make myself some tea.
The kitchen was dark and quiet. I filled the kettle and set it on the burner.
Suddenly, the sound of a glass clinking made me whirl around, gasping.
Kieran was sitting at the far end of the kit
