ASHLEY'S P.O.V

They kept me overnight.

In the quiet, in the loneliness. Overnight with nothing but my thoughts, my broken heart, and my very empty womb.

At some point, the tears in my eyes ran out. There was nothing left. I was just a mass of silence and pain, with a weight heavy on my chest that made it difficult to properly breathe.

I laid there on the hospital bed, my eyes were wide open as I stared at the ceiling. My hands kept drifting to my stomach, and every time my fingers found the ...