"There, do you feel that?"

I move Diogo's hand on my belly, mine pressed over his, my fingers linked with his. I press the palm of his hand against the fluttering. I smile through the tears slowly rolling down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and landing on our hands. The tears have been coming for three weeks, since I escaped a burning building, leaving my heart behind.

Leaving him to be crushed by the concrete shell that fell on top of him and the ...