Scarlette. I was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, and Liam was behind me, gently combing down my hair. He had helped me bathe earlier, moving carefully as if I were made of glass, and then he had dressed me in one of his shirts. The fabric was too big, hanging loosely around my shoulders, carrying his scent—warm, familiar, and painfully comforting.I stared deeply into the mirror.And all I could think was what happened?I had carried my pregnancy for months. I had felt her move inside me, had spoken to her in the quiet of the nights, had imagined her face a thousand different ways. I had given birth in a way that nearly took my life—and now, instead of holding my baby in my arms, I had nothing.Just emptiness.Just silence.I had been trying to shut my ears all day, pretending not to hear the voices downstairs. The nonstop talk about her baby. Mother wouldn’t stop praising Emelia, wouldn’t stop talking about how beautiful the child was, how perfect, how blessed the family ha
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