Gianna
I finally dared to open the window, the cool night air rushing in and brushing against my skin. For weeks, I hadn’t let myself feel the world outside, hadn’t wanted it to touch me, but now it pressed in sharply, catching me off guard. My hand instinctively went to my belly, resting there as though holding onto something solid in the middle of all the emptiness.
Above, the stars scattered across the sky, distant and indifferent, yet for the first time in weeks, I felt them noticing me back. It felt good to feel the fresh night breeze caress my face.
“Wh…where are you?” I whispered to the silence, hoping he could listen to me.
The idea of this little one growing up without ever even knowing his or her father was a terrifying thought I wasn’t ready to entertain yet. f**k, I haven
