I felt pain blooming in my stomach. I groaned as I slowly stirred awake. I could hardly remember anything, just Aliya pushing me over the railings.
I was barely alive. I tried to sit up, but I felt a sharp sting in my stomach that made me cry out. A nurse ran inside, her eyes filled with pity as she stared at me.
My hand flew to my belly. The baby.
“You’re lucky you are alive,” a nurse’s voice said gently, checking the machines. “We had to do emergency surgery, but we could only save you; the baby was already gone.”
My heart broke; my baby was gone. I held back my screams, my heart breaking all over again.
Tears streamed down my face as I lay in the hospital bed. I held my hand over my belly, grieving my child I would never meet.
I felt a little stronger after a few hours and I decided to leave the hospital. I still haven't seen Cain since the accident, but I pushed that to the back of my mind.
Once I stepped into our home, I heard Cain and Aliya’s voices laughing as they sat by the table having dinner.
They barely looked at me as I winced past and went upstairs. Sobs whacked through my body as I crumbled into the bed.