A Child of Another Story
Erick, are you holding up okay?
I inhaled deeply, fighting the bitter taste rising in my throat.
"I'm good. Thanks, Joshua."
I ended the call, my hands shaking as I opened my email.
Photo after photo, each one a knife twisting in my heart.
There they were, kissing in front of Lovan Art Hall, embracing by the Sennel Riverbank, laughing amidst the lavender fields of Provalle.
In one snapshot, Yoel's arms were wrapped around Sheila, their fingers intertwined and resting gently on her belly. There was a caption written underneath.