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Liv They hooked me up to monitors, oxygen mask clamped over my nose and mouth because apparently my oxygen was tanking, and the doctor came in fast, face all serious. “Liv, we’re gonna do an ultrasound, okay? We need to see what’s happening.” I nodded, tears leaking out the sides of the mask, because I already knew. Deep down I knew. The ultrasound wand was cold on my stomach and the screen flickered to life and there was nothing. Just empty black space where something should’ve been. The doctor sighed, not even trying to sugarcoat it. “I’m sorry, Liv. There’s no heartbeat. You’ve had a miscarriage. We need to take you to surgery to make sure everything’s cleared out safely.”I didn’t scream. I didn’t even cry louder. I just stared at the ceiling, oxygen hissing in my ears, and felt this huge hollow open up inside me like someone had scooped out everything that mattered. Rowan dropped into the chair next to the bed, head in his hands, shoulders shaking. I reached over, patted his arm

Liv “Never exhausting,” he said softly, wiping my cheeks with his thumbs. His hands were rough from years of work, but the way he touched me was careful, almost scared. “I loved doing it. Every second. Because it was you. And yeah, I know Rowan’s the father. I know he’s coming back one day. But right now he’s not here. I am. I’m here.”His words sat between us. Simple. Honest. Heavy.The baby cries started again in my head. They were not loud, not sharp, just there. Like a sound that never fully stopped. Like a memory that refused to fade. They mixed with the steady sound of his heartbeat under my ear when I leaned into his chest again. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him like if I let go I would fall straight through the ground beneath us.“I still want to kill them all,” I whispered into his shirt. My voice sounded small, tired. “Ava for smiling at the hospital door like she won something. My parents for choosing her complications over mine. Rowan for picking hockey ove

Liv Weeks blurred into study sessions that lasted until 3 a.m., Zoe quizzing me on biochemistry while Mia made flashcards with inappropriate drawings, Kacy cooking actual food so I didn’t live on coffee and spite. I lived in his house now, our house, maybe. My clothes in his drawer. My toothbrush next to his. It felt weirdly normal. Scary normal.The day the results dropped, I thought I was gonna puke all over Kacy’s couch. I sat there frozen, laptop balanced on my knees like it was a bomb. Kacy hovered right behind me, not touching, just breathing too loud. Zoe and Mia were pacing the living room like they were the ones waiting for labor results or something.“Open the damn email already,” Zoe hissed through her teeth.“I can’t. What if I bombed it? What if all those late nights were for nothing and I’m still just the girl who cries at nothing?”Mia stopped pacing long enough to snort. “Then we burn every single textbook in a bonfire and become strippers. I’ve got the legs for it. Y