SERENA’S POV

A month later….

AUGUST.

I inhaled Kaden's familiar cologne as I buried my face deeper into one of his favorite hoodies in his closet.

I always came into his room anytime I felt the need to be near him.

Every of his belonging was kept in place, untouched. It still seemed like he was there. He always loved to keep things in order.

I was still mourning him though and probably would still continue till it was time to finally let go. But I wasn’t just mourning Kaden, I was mourning my baby too. That particular night I had learnt of Karen’s death, I had slipped in my...