Aria POV
The morning light cut through my closed eyelids, forcing them open. I blinked against the brightness, my hand moving instinctively to my stomach. Rubbing in slow circles like I always did. Even though I knew nothing was there anymore. The baby was gone. But I couldn’t seem to stop. My hand kept moving, searching for something that would never be there again.
I felt hollow. Like someone had scooped out everything vital and left only an empty shell. I was tired. So tired of everything. Part of me wished desperately that it had all been a nightmare. That I would wake up, and my baby would still be there, safe inside me.
But the cramping pain low in my abdomen told me otherwise. The IV in my arm told me otherwise. The sterile hospital room told me otherwise.
It was real. All of it
