I wallowed in self-pity for a couple of days, crying, and refusing to eat or bathe, or even see people.
As soon as Michael walked out of my door, I decided I was not going to let anyone walk inside my room. I closed my curtains, wrapped myself in a blanket, and stayed in bed all day. My eyes could barely sleep a wink as I stared at the ceiling, wallowing in more pain.
I was broken. I was hurt, I was drained.
My last chance at having children was taken from me, just like in my last life. Memories of Annie being in pain and ordering an ice cream bowl to cheer her up flashed before my eyes. I shook my head, that was not going to cheer me up.
Nothing could ever cheer a woman after losing her children - twins at that.
More tears ran down my cheek. My heart broke into tinier pieces. My ch
