Pain.
It was the first thing I felt when I woke up. A dull, aching pain that spread through every inch of my body, like fire licking at my bones. My skin throbbed, my head pounded, and my stomach...
My stomach.
Panic surged through me, stronger than the agony in my limbs. My hands flew to my belly, trembling, desperate for reassurance. Was my baby still alive?
A faint pulse.
A heartbeat.
A sob of relief broke free from my lips as I pressed my palm against my stomach, feeling the faint life still there, still fighting. My baby we still alive.
But for how long?
With each passing day, I find myself missing Cyrus more and more. My heart aches deeper every time I think of him. A part of me feels like he is still alive and somehow with me, especially when I’m sleeping. I ofte
