Content warning: This chapter deals with the loss of a child. If this is a sensitive subject for you, please take care while reading.
Celia
“Rory!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs, racing towards the shattered stroller. “Rory! No!” I yelled as my vision turned blurry, my entire body trembling violently.
I sank to the ground, a low whimper escaping my lips as I watched blood flow from the stroller.
“No, please. No, Rory,” I whimpered as I began digging through the rubble with my hands.
Once I held Rory’s limp body in my arms, loud wails escaped my lips as people began to gather.
“Someone please call 911! Please!” I bellowed, cradling my baby in my hands as more tears spilled down my face.
I sank to the ground, trying to feel his heartbeat and when there was none, primal screams
