The hard part was coming up. I walked into the living room for a minute and walked back into the kitchen with my purse. I set it down on the table and then sat down and pulled out the little urn and a small photo album. I held the urn to my chest with one hand and grabbed my necklace with the other.
Shadow had been quiet the whole time and was just watching me. I looked up at him and continued with my story.
"That wasn't the only thing that I lost that day. Losing my legs was bad, but what tipped me over the edge was the fact that I lost our baby. When I woke up in the hospital, it was to find out that I had lost my legs and that our son was in the NICU and wasn't doing very well. He was so tiny, so perfect, but so tiny. He was only a pound, and because of that, he wasn't able to make it
