Hope.
CLARA
Mike didn't respond, and more tears trickled down his cheeks as he stared into my eyes. His eyes were red, and swollen, evidence that he had been crying for a longer time than right now. My eyes prickled at the sight of him crying, and tears began to roll down my cheeks as well.
Why was he crying? And why was I crying too. I didn't know why but my heart felt heavy in my chest, and it ached terribly.
His silence stung me all over like a thousand bees. Why was he answering? What had happened to our baby?
"C-Mike ?" I stammered, arching a brow, "What happened to Velma?" The question barely left my lips, but again he was quiet. Almost like he couldn't speak, and I couldn't take it anymore.
The silence was killing me, just as much as not knowing what had happened to my baby. Could she-
No. I shook my head frantically at the thought of that. No way. I didn't even want to think about that. I couldn't bear the thought of it, and it felt like a part me died at that brief thought.
