Anaiah's POV
I wake up in the hospital, the room I'm in is huge and cozy, and the tall windows allow fresh
air through. I turn my head and I see beautiful flowers from my brother with a note written; I
love you and stay strong.
I sigh, trying to sit up when I feel it; the pull in the abdomen, the emptiness not only in my
belly but within me. The loss is massive, and I cry again.
I pull my legs to my chest and weep harder as I remember what happened; the child I
wanted so badly was gone. My heart has never been more unconscious and devoid.
The door opens, and Leondre walks in with a tray of food in his hands. He tries to smile for
me, but his face isn't cooperating. He has dark rings under his eyes due to sleeplessness.
"Hi, my love," He greets me. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and lie back in bed
"I'm not hungry," I whisper. He sighs and pulls me so I'm sitting up to face him.
