Hannah
I was dead.
I knew it.
It was the only explanation as to why I was floating. Floating away from all the pain and worry that had been my life for the last few months. I couldn’t even be sad, I felt totally and utterly weightless. Free finally.
Except I would never get to meet my baby.
If was dead, did that mean he or she was dead as well?
Panic gripped my chest and I couldn’t breathe.
Breathing wasn’t something a dead person did though was it? Surely if I was some kind of spirit, I wouldn’t have to do something as mundane as breathing.
“Welcome back”
The gruff voice broke through the fog, and my eyes fluttered against my cheeks. I could feel the spider like tiggle of my eyelashes against my skin.
Not dead then. And I recognized that voice.
“Wren?” My voice
