Abigail’s POV
I was supposed to be strong.
But today?
I felt like I was unraveling, thread by trembling thread. I was literally crumbling.
My body was a prison of heaviness, every limb weighted as if carved from wet sand. The pregnancy had taken over me, dragging me into a state of perpetual exhaustion. Even breathing felt like a negotiation with pain. My stomach churned with nausea, and a fog of fatigue pressed against my temples.
I’d only missed two alarms, but guilt clung to me like a second skin. I needed more sleep, more silence, more time to pretend I wasn’t drowning.
Then suddenly, a sharp twist lanced through my lower belly, tearing me from the bed.
“Ouch!” I gasped, clutching my side as a fresh wave of pain curled up my spine. The baby stirred, not with sleepy flutters, but
