Hazel

It was the morning of my birthday. I had been having some bouts of searing pain in my lower abdomen, but I did not want to alarm William. I rolled over in bed with eyes closed as the rays of the morning sun streamed in through the curtain, but William was not there. Instead, my hand touched my phone. It was just six forty A. M, but there were a series of missed calls from my mother, father and Funke and messages from lots of old friends and family. I weaved through them all trying to ...