Nana struggles with the absence of Lowell, unable to feel his presence for the past four months. Her pregnancy is beginning to show, but her small frame keeps it less noticeable. Fear and doubt set in—is he dead, or has he left her?
Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling as she rests on the chilly mattress. The lantern's feeble glow creates long shadows on the walls in this poorly lit room. She has a subconscious tendency of trembling when her hands are on her stomach. Under her lax clothing, the bump is tiny and almost visible yet it is there, developing, and undeniable.
"Lowell..." She mumbles, her voice barely coming as a whisper. She tries calling through their mindlink, there is no answer. There never is.
She had tried reaching him through their bond, tried calling for him in her min
