~CELINE'S POV~The first thing I felt when I woke was pain. Not sharp—no, it was heavier than that. A slow, dragging ache that sat deep inside me, like my body had been hollowed out and filled with lead. I floated in it, pinned down, trapped.The ceiling above me was white, too white. The kind of sterile brightness that made my eyes sting. Machines hummed around me, a steady rhythm, as if the world still had the nerve to keep moving when mine had stopped.My limbs didn't obey me. They felt drugged, sluggish, like I was trapped under water. A tube pressed against the back of my hand, taped in place.For a moment, my brain refused to catch up. I was just a woman in a hospital bed. Just tired.Then memory crashed through me. My hand went instinctively to my stomach.Flat.Empty. My fingers dug harder, searching, praying, begging for a shape, for life. Nothing. My throat squeezed tight. Air jammed in my chest.'No. No, no, no.'My baby. My little girl. Gone.The sound that ripped out o
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