ELENA
My chest breaks each time Halo’s scent wafts into my nose, the sobs tear through my throat as I pull his sheet toward my face and bury my head in it. The room's darkness which is sponsored by the heavy closed draperies is slightly tapered off with the gentle glow from his large computer across the bed.
The tears flow endlessly, my stomach contracting with warnings to take a break. My eyes feel sore, heavy, like bars of gold have been tethered to them. How can I stop crying? How can I be at peace when…
If I were you, I'd start planning for another child.
The doctor’s words slice through my mind, piercing the fragile sanity I have left, permitting another wave of nausea. My stomach wambles and my breath hitches, I push off Halo's bed and rush into the bathroom, hurling the contents
