Reeva POV
I lay in bed, listening to the rhythmic hum of the heart monitor. Sunshine filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the bed.
“My little princess,” I whisper, resting my hand gently over my belly, a gesture of protection, of love.
Love, peace and serenity flow over me, but it is fleeting. Suddenly, I am in a cemetery. The sky above me is bruised purple, heavy with storm clouds, threatening to break. My feet sink into scorched earth, and the air smells of smoke and betrayal.
Reese is standing across from me, her eyes hollow, and her lips curl into a cruel smile. She is wearing a white dress stained with crimson, and in her hand, a baby wrapped in a blanket. I cannot see the baby’s face, but I instinctively know it is mine.
“You never should’ve had it,” Reese
