Eloise’ POV
They say grief takes on a different form for everyone. Some find solace in old photographs, staring at the faces of those they've lost until the tears run dry, and somehow, they begin to feel whole again. Others dive into memories, reliving moments over and over until the sharp edges of sorrow smooth into something more bearable—something that feels distant, almost unreal.
But how does a mother grieve for a child she never truly held? A child whose voice she never heard, whose laughter she could only imagine? How does a mother mourn for the life that never had a chance to blossom?
This pain... it doesn’t fade. It doesn’t lessen. It burrows deep into my chest, a constant ache that no distraction can ease.
I could have been the best mother to my child. I would have been. If o
