Five months later.

Six months since the miscarriage, and Prue finally felt like herself again. Or at least a version of herself that could function without the fog, without the weight of grief and guilt crushing her chest with every breath.

She stood in front of their bedroom mirror, adjusting the straps of her midnight blue dress. The color brought out her eyes, made her skin glow instead of looking washed out. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, blonde and healthy again. She'd ...