The doctor kept her overnight for observation. This morning when he discharged Olivia, she knew there would be no one to take her home - but she hoped. Her chest constricted as she walked the halls of the hospital. She wiped at the tears as she walked down the road to the bus stop. Her heart broke when she stepped into her empty apartment.
Hope was a vicious little thing.
The empty apartment reflected how she felt inside. Olivia didn’t think it was possible to feel loss when you never even thought about the prospect before. Her hand fluttered down to her stomach, confirming its vacancy.
One step forward, five steps back.
She was a few hours late for work, but it didn’t bother her much–she was certain no one was wondering where she was or why she was late. In fact, everyone was proba
