Sky’s POV
I didn't feel the sun rise with warmth on me, it arrived as a harsh, prying light that exposed every hole in my plan, everything that I thought I was going to do was gone! Everything.
How am I supposed to care for a baby this way?
I woke up with my spine locked into a curve against the brick wall, my breath hitching in my throat, and that felt like it had been scraped with sandpaper. The plastic sheet I’d huddled under was now slick with morning dew, and the chill had now seeped into my marrow.
I moved to stand, and my body screamed. A sharp, pulling sensation in my pelvis made me gasp, and I froze, my hand flying to my stomach. "Stay," I whispered, the word a raw command. "Just stay there." The flutter I’d felt last night was gone, replaced by a dull, heavy ache. I couldn'
