Sandy’s POV
I sniffled for the umpteenth time that evening as I stared into space. I was drained, exhausted and tired. My body hurt from laying on shards of ceramic for hours yet it could not compare to the pain I was feeling in my heart.
“I should have waited,” I said again.
I have lost count of how long I have said those words since I found out I was cancer-free. I blamed myself for making a hasty decision. I should have waited and at least started the first phase of the treatment before aborting the child. Maybe I could still be pregnant now that I knew the cancer result was false.
Something clicked. In that moment, my depressive moment faded. I sat up with a hiss and rose to my feet. I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, thinking.
“The first hospital said that they had a
