It’s funny how a heart can keep beating even after it’s completely shattered. That’s exactly how I felt—crushed, hollow, and empty. There was no baby. There was no Dominic. There was no family, not anymore. I had nothing left except pain, and it was choking me, one breath at a time.

I pressed my forehead to my knees, trying to hold in the sobs. I’d cried so much that I was out of tears, just dry and tired and numb. If anyone had walked in, they’d think I was dead. Maybe that ...