When I woke up and found myself lying on the floor, it was already dark outside. The photo of my unborn child was still resting on my lap.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but everything I had gone through made it clear that I definitely needed more rest.

I slowly got up from the floor. After staying in that awkward position for hours, my joints protested as I moved.

After stretching, I opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. The light was dim, with ...