Nora's POV
I knew he wasn't gone but I couldn't afford to think of that at the moment. My child was gone.
The words kept dancing in my head, breaking my wish to compose myself and not get broken as Sasha wanted.
After crying out all the fluid in my tear glands and having nothing else to shed, I wiped my hands on my face and sat on the bed, heaving and staring into space.
“Hey,”
I jumped at the sound of the voice and narrowed my eyes at him, wondering when he had gotten inside.
“I thought I told you I needed space.” I scowled.
“I thought you were done.” He replied calmly, taking space on the bed with him.
He sat on the edge, so close with me that I was aware of him, more than I wanted to be.
“Done with what?” I arched my eyebrows at him. “With grieving? Can a mother stop grieving
