Shelly’s POV
The incessant beeping of the heart monitor merges with the antiseptic scent that seems to seep into every corner, enveloping my senses as I slowly begin to regain consciousness.
There's a moment of confusion and disorientation, like waking up from a dream that lingers on the edge of memory, refusing to clarify in the haze. I struggle to piece together where I am and why I'm here, the last few days a frustrating tangle in my mind.
And then it crashes down on me with the sharpness of a sword piercing my chest, a stark, painful realization that jolts me fully awake.
I had undergone surgery to remove a fallopian tube, a necessary yet devastating procedure that also meant removing the little one that had begun to grow inside me.
The grief mingles with guilt as I recall the lo
