Allison's POV
After I got home, I smiled, running my fingers over the emerald fabric of the gown laid carefully across my bed.
It was truly stunning—the deep green would complement my amber eyes perfectly. But as the initial high faded, a familiar ache returned to my chest.
"I felt my pup today," I whispered, almost to myself.
Bella's excitement dimmed immediately. "Oh, honey..."
"Not literally," I clarified. "Just... a memory. In the store. Something made me think about what could have been."
My hand drifted to my stomach—flat now, empty. No tiny heartbeat, no flutter of life. Just a void where my dreams had once lived.
"I want to create something," I said suddenly, sitting up. "Something beautiful to remember them by."
I spent the rest of the evening sketching, pouring my grief a
