AMY POV

I couldn't stop crying.

Hours had passed since Antonio told me, since those words shattered something inside me I wasn't sure could ever be fully repaired again, and still the tears refused to stop coming, fresh waves crashing through me every time I thought I'd finally cried myself empty. The hospital room felt too small, too white, too quiet except for the sound of my own broken sobbing echoing endlessly against the walls.

Our baby. Gone.

I pressed my hand against my stomach, the same gesture I'd made so many times since that positive test, except now it meant nothing, held nothing, protected nothing anymore. The emptiness of...