AVA’S POV

It’s bedtime and everywhere is silent as usual. I was trying really hard to at least sleep, but I couldn't. Instead I felt like something was being pressed against my chest like a huge rock.

My body moved whenever I heard sounds, my arms trembled at night, desperate to hold the kids that ain’t there. I missed the constant shout in the house, it once held laughter, the type that only children can summon with a single giggle.

I was just lost in my own head.

Later, the crying ...