* Claire's POV *
I don't recall how I got home that night; neither do I recall much of what happened before I left. But somehow, I found myself in bed before midnight, and as I laid there and stared at the ceiling, with a growing darkness in my heart, tears pooled in my eyes.
I tried not to think about it too much. This was fate, and there was nothing I could do to change it. There was no way I could go back and undo the things I had already done. All I could do was accept the consequences of my actions.
But it still hurt. The reality of what I had gotten myself into had crushed me so hard that I almost felt like I couldn't breath.
It shouldn't have hurt this much. How could I grieve for a child I never even had? How could I have felt an attachment to children which I had never even
