Kate’s POV
I locked the door behind me and slid down until my bum hit the ground.
I couldn't do this.
Why did I think I could?
The tears came quietly at first, then all at once, like my body had been holding them hostage. I curled into myself on the floor, arms wrapped around my stomach as if I could still protect something there.
“I failed you” I whispered to the ghost of my child.
The thought repeated over and over, sinking deeper each time the words played in my head.
I couldn’t save my child. I couldn’t even keep them alive long enough to be born. And now I was talking about revenge as if I had any strength left for war.
The room grew smaller. Time seemed to stop moving.
At some point, I dragged myself onto the bed, still in my clothes, staring at nothing. Someone knocked
