Jordan
Everything keeps playing over and over in my mind. The terror you could see on Alaina’s face when she looked over her shoulder. I feel sick to my stomach that our baby was killed. She was pregnant.
I don’t know how she got pregnant we used protection definitely in the time frame she conceived. I have only ever spilled myself in her wearing a condom. I guess one of them must have gotten a hole or something and we didn’t realize it. She was going to make my dreams come true.
I want to punch things too. I don’t understand what happened that someone decided to try to take her life away. “SHE’S, MINE GOD! DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN’T HAVE HER NOT YET. NOT UNTIL WE HAVE LIVED A LIFE TOGETHER.” I screamed internally.
We can’t lose hope. Every second, every minute matters.
I look up from
