Roxanne Meyers.

I woke up with an emotional hangover after crying all night. Although physically I felt better after the loss of my baby, the weight of the sadness was still there, crushing me.

I looked around with the vein hope of finding his gray eyes, the ones that used to comfort me with just a glance. But my heart shattered when I realized that the only thing left in that room was his memory. Salvatore was not there.

The door opened, and the doctor entered with some papers in hand. He gave me a warm smile, as if that could heal something inside me.

“I'm glad you woke up,...