LENA
The morning sun was streaming through the cracked windows of my room, and for the first time in a good week I didn’t just want to lay back down and pass out. Something had changed overnight — not a healing so much as some little glimmer of resolve that hadn’t existed the night before.
My hand lay on my stomach, searching for any evidence of the life I carried within me. The baby. Lucien's child. The helpless creature that literally counted on me to live, even if I no longer desired it.
“I have to know,” I whispered into the void. “I need to check you are ok.”
Someone knocked at the door, I jumped but had to call them in. "Come in."
Elena stepped inside, her normal amount of medical supplies in hand; she looked carefully blank. She had been monitoring me several times a day, even
