GLENDA'S POV
I couldn't remember how long I've locked myself in my room. The dark color underneath my eyes screamed how sleep starved I was. I had cried out everything in me.
I knew that the circumstances surrounding my pregnancy were complicated, but it still didn't stop me from feeling so terrible. I had just lost my baby. I wiped a tear that slid down my face at the thought of it.
I couldn't come to terms with it. The baby already felt like something that belonged to me. I was already forming a connection to it. I wanted to give it many things and more which I was not opportuned to get from my mom. I guess that will never happen now. It will remain wishful thinking.
But I had grieved enough. I couldn't remain locked in here forever. I needed to start putting my life back together.
