Elena's POVWhen I came to, the curtains were only half drawn. Cold light slid through the gap and bleached the ceiling.The air smelled of antiseptic. Faint, but heavy on the chest.It took me a few seconds to figure out where I was.My body felt heavy. Wrung out.I shifted a little. A dull pain went through my stomach.It wasn't only the pain of a wound. There was an emptiness with it.I went still.My hand drifted down to my belly. It was flat and quiet. Nothing kicked back.I didn't cry. I didn't make a sound. I just looked at the ceiling for a long time, let my breathing fall apart, and pulled it back together.Somewhere along the way, I'd picked up this habit of holding things in.The door opened.The footsteps were quick.I didn't have to look to know.James stopped beside the bed and didn't speak.I didn't look at him.The silence stretched out.Then there was a quiet, heavy sound.He'd gone to his knees."Elena."His voice was raw, like he'd been awake too long."I'm sorry."H
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