ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO.

I set the bouquet that little Savannah had gathered from the villa’s lovely rose garden on Roses' grave. I take a step back to where Savannah stands.

In her small, delicate hands, she holds the photo frame that contains a picture of her and Rose on their trip to the beach one sunny day.

I peer down at her, a sad pout upon her bottom lip, and the tears in her eyes gnaw at the branches of my heart.

She is so young and innocent, and she's lost both of her parents.

I can't even comprehend what turmoil invades her little body. If anything happens to me or Alessandro, she will be left all alone.

Tears pool in my eyes when I imagine her going through life alone, and I nibble on my bottom lip, deep in thought.

I wish to give her a sibling. Whether it be blood or through an adoption agency.

Conceiving a child is one of my biggest fears after losing our precious child beforehand. But with my tubes being cleaned and two doctors on call at my every whim. The fear that harbours my body isn't