Chapter 7

Crystina’s POV

The sun streamed in through the window, changing the room’s brightness. The early spring wind blew in, making the curtains dance at a spot. The cold breeze kissed my skin and I pulled the covers over my face.

I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I’d pretended to be asleep just to not get Luka worried but at the end of the day, he noticed that I wasn’t sleeping and he cuddled me into his large form while I shed those tears again. I lost my baby, my best friend was missing and nightmares had evaded my dreams.

After I told Luka about the loss of our baby, he didn’t say a word about it after that. He told me it was fine, he apologized for not protecting me and our baby. His guilt washed over him while I danced in the arms of my pain. We held each other for over an hour in the bathtub, repelling our loss.

I was ready to sacrifice the world for my child but all I had left was a stomach void of that same child. I felt like I was a terrible mother.