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 ...