Book 2 - Chapter 7

Crystina's POV

The sun streamed in through the window, changing the brightness of the room. The early spring wind blows 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 is 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 have left is a stomach void of that same child. I feel I'm a terrible mother. Luka told me not to beat myself