Freya
The moment the doctor told me I had lost the child, I felt something deep within me crack, shattering like glass. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, where only days ago I had been filled with hope and life. Now, there was nothing—just emptiness. The weight of it pressed down on my chest, suffocating me, and for a moment, I couldn’t even cry.
I sat there, numb, as the doctor continued talking, her voice a distant echo in the background. I should have felt relief when she said I needed time to recuperate, that my body needed to heal, but all I felt was the cold, creeping despair that came with the knowledge that I had lost a part of myself, a part that never even had the chance to grow.
I barely registered when Kane stormed in, his dark eyes narrowing in that familiar way th
