I carefully sat on a chair near her and watched her sleep in slumber. My eyes went to her baby bump. If I'm not mistaken, it's her due month.

I can't help but to smile bitterly. I slowly raised my hand and caressed her stomach.

If my child didn't die, it's probably my due month, too. Again, the splinter of pain in my heart intensified. I could still feel here inside, digging and buried deep right into my heart. Endless, as if the pain will never stop.

"Emory..."

I quickly turned to Alessandra's voice. I also quickly removed my hand from her stomach.

"H-Hi, how are you?" I said as...