Anaiah's POV

I wake up in the hospital, the room I'm in is huge and cozy, and the tall windows allow fresh air through. I turn my head and I see beautiful flowers from my brother with a note written; I love you and stay strong. 

I sigh, trying to sit up when I feel it; the pull in the abdomen, the emptiness not only in my belly but within me. The loss is massive and I cry again.

 I pull my legs to my chest and weep harder as I remember what happened, the child I wanted so badly was gone. My heart has never been more unconscious and...