Emma
Michael moves closer. I can see what he is about to say in his eyes, it’s written in the way he is fighting with himself, not knowing how to begin.
My eyes sting and I squeeze his hand.
“It’s gone, isn’t it?” I whisper, “My baby is gone.”
Michael doesn’t say anything and I shut my eyes, trying to stop the tears.
“I’m really sorry,” Michael says and I feel his arms closing around me. I bury my face in his shoulder, shaking with the unstoppable tears.
My baby is dead. I lost the only thing that was worth living for and fighting for. The pain is unbearable. I clench my hands around Michael harder and cry as if the tears can wash away the pain.
I don’t know for how long we stayed like this. Eventually, I pulled away from Michael. His phone buzzes from somewhere and I clear my t
