The chilly breeze tickled my ankles, causing the flimsy hospital gown to rustle. I wrapped my arms around myself and watched the sun rise over the New York skyline, but that was it. I watched but didn't see. I heard, but I didn't listen and people were easily fooled by the trickery.
“Mrs. Lyon, it's time for your medication.” The nurse came in quietly and handed me a glass of water along with three round pills. I swallowed, glad that I'd been able to convince the doctor into giving me an anti-depressant. When I was alone again, my hand moved on its own accord towards my stomach.
Nothing. There was nothing in me now, no life, no brightness, no one I could call mine. All the plans, every image my mind had conjured up had evaporated into smoke. I wouldn't carry him - he'd been a boy - in my
