The Devil’s Bride
But I couldn’t ignore the gaping hole left by the one word that destroyed us: stillbirth.
I pulled in a deep breath, but it wasn’t enough. My chest squeezed tight. A panic attack surged over me. My palms went cold and clammy, my heartbeat too loud in my ears. I pressed my fist against my mouth, trying to muffle the sound threatening to escape me.
And then she stirred.
Megan’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, confusion clouding her eyes at first. She blinked at the bright hospital lights above her, squinting against them.
Her lips parted, dry and cracked. For a brief moment, she looked around as though searching, as though her body knew what was missing before her mind caught up.
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