She wanted to feel Kaiden’s hot breath on her cheek and smell him, touch him, hold him.
Her baby. Her sweet, sweet baby. Gone.
She screamed. She called out his name, curling herself into a tight ball between the sofa and table. She sobbed until sound could no longer escape her throat and only dry air whistled between her lips.
She woke to her lenscape pinging. But she didn’t answer it. She let the soft ping ping ping alert go unanswered as she lay raw and broken on the carpet. Her body felt hollowed out, scraped clean like a harvest gourd.
I need water, she thought as her mind sank into the darkness again. She wasn’t sure if she made it fully back to that empty place before hands were on her, turning her over, demanding answers.
“Grace! Grace! Are you hurt?”
Her eyes fluttered open.
