LAST CHAPTER. SCARLETT'S POV It had been a month since I lost everything. Thirty long days and nights that felt like years. A month since everything that mattered to me was ripped out of my hands. My heart still felt empty, like someone had reached inside and plunged it out. I had lost my child. Our child. The only piece of hope I had been clinging to during all the chaos. I miscarried after the Battle of Castmere. One moment I was screaming Franklin’s name, watching him fall, and the next moment there was blood running down my legs. My own voice still echoed in my head, the panicked cry, the feeling of my hands shaking, trying to stop the bleeding while the world burned around me. I lost our baby, and I almost lost him too. Now I sit by the edge of the bed every day, staring out through the window. The sky moved on without me. People passed by below. Life outside the walls went on like nothing had happened. But inside me, it was quiet, dead, like a burned-out shell. Nothing had c
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