Hold the Birth Back
However, fate was cruel enough to snatch him away before I could even meet him.
Through tears, I cradled my belly and whispered, “Baby, if we get to meet again, I hope you’re born into a family filled with love and happiness…”
My breathing slowed, and my blood seemed to stop flowing.
Then, suddenly, the basement door creaked open. A beam of light cut across my blood-streaked face. The man who entered froze at the sight of me lying in a pool of red.
With the last of my strength, I reached toward him and whispered, “Help me…”