Freya
" I am sorry, baby, but I can't do it", I muttered softly, my voice filled with so much pain and grief that I was even struggling to talk, my voice raspy and dry, speaking volumes about all the wailing and sobbing that my sour throat had experienced.
Out of habit, my hands went to my belly, and a sad frown settled on my lips. Sadness clouded my vision as reality struck; I was no longer pregnant. My baby, the only consolation I had left was gone. I was alone, broken, and lost.
I felt disconnected and disoriented. It was all over. It was all gone. There was nothing to hope for. There was nothing to look forward to anymore.
Asher was like the ghost of both my past and future, sent on a mission, to ruin me, to make sure that as long as I lived, I would never be happy. See, I woul
