At dawn, I gathered the strength to start making arrangements with the funeral home, preparing for Olivia's final farewell.
That evening, I sat in the living room, hoping Jason would come home to see Olivia one last time.
I believed Olivia would have wanted that too.
But Jason never returned that night.
When the morning sun rose, I went to the maternity clinic without hesitation.
As I signed the consent forms, the doctor repeatedly assured me that the pregnancy could still be saved if I wanted to continue.
"No, that's not necessary."
Since Emily had returned, Jason had become utterly heartless towards everyone around him. Despite Olivia being just a mile away, fighting for her life, he chose to offer emotional support to his ex instead of spending even a moment to save his sister.
I no longer wanted any ties with such a man.
The procedure went smoothly.
I lay at home, waiting for Jason to return, and for my body to heal.
But he never called, not even once.
Three days passed without a word from him.
I managed Olivia's funeral arrangements despite my weakened state.
After the cremation, I wept over the urn containing her ashes.