"What do you mean? Our baby's gone? But I can still feel him moving..." Clara's trembling hands pressed against her abdomen as she stared into James' eyes, her frame shaking like a leaf in a storm.
He cradled her hand, bringing it to his lips where a tender kiss burned against her palm.
"This... this is all my fault..." Her voice shattered like broken glass. "I killed our child..."
Clara's lips quivered as she squeezed her eyes shut. Twin rivers of tears carved paths down her cheeks, soaking the sterile hospital pillow beneath her. Her womb ached with cruel emptiness, leaving her stranded in unbearable solitude.
If only she hadn't been so reckless. If only she'd never met that scar-faced bastard outside the gates. Their baby would still be safe.
But regret came too late.
When her eye
