The loss was a silent storm, a crushing wave that came without warning and swept her under, drowning her in grief. One moment, Claire had felt the soft flutter of the life inside her, the tiny heartbeat that had been the only thing keeping her going through the endless nights of fear and uncertainty. But that morning, it was gone—just like that. One moment, there had been hope; the next, it was nothing but a hollow emptiness where everything she had dreamed of had once existed.
Ethan had been devastated, but even in his pain, he had tried to comfort her, to hold her together. He had been there, his arms wrapped around her, his soft voice promising they would get through it together. But his words, as comforting as they were, couldn’t fill the void inside her. She couldn’t even look at him
