SPECIAL CHAPTER— PENELOPE

Sitting alone in a cold, empty room with nothing but the grey walls to distract me; I'm forced to listen as the doctor on the other side of the door explains to my family that I've suffered a miscarriage at six weeks of pregnancy.

Hearing those fatal words has my stomach churning and an overwhelming feeling of guilt shooting through my entire being. The dull pain lingering in the pit of my stomach is nagging at me and acts as a constant reminder of what my body has done, what I have done.

I lost our baby.

I close my eyes in a desperate attempt to block out my surroundings and much to my annoyance, it doesn't work. I can still hear as Alena demands to know more information, I can still smell the overpowering, domestic scent that all hospitals seem to hold and I can still feel my sadness as it consumes me from the inside out.

How can I have been so stupid? If I just got myself here sooner, maybe things would be different.

My erratic thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door creak an