Isabella's POVI didn't know why I woke up crying.There was no sudden nightmare to shake me awake, no jarring noise cutting through the stillness of the room, no conscious memory rising up to haunt me. Just silent, heavy tears tracking down my cheeks before my eyes had even adjusted to the soft morning light filtering through the sheer curtains.For a long minute, I lay completely still, staring up at the intricate crown molding of the ceiling. The world was quiet. The sun cast long, warm ribbons of gold across the hardwood floor. Everything around me suggested peace.Yet, an unbearable, suffocating heaviness had settled over my chest.Without thinking, my hand drifted down, resting gently over my lower stomach. It was becoming an instinct—a quiet, desperate physical reflex. The tiny, fragile life growing inside me couldn't hear me yet, but my heart pounded so loudly against my ribs that I felt as though the child must feel every vibration.I closed my eyes, my throat tighteni
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