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I peered down at her, narrowing my eyes. “Aurora…”

“Please.”

She was saving me from suffering further. If I sat here and listened to the details of what happened, I would lose it.

Aurora Mancini was the strongest woman I had ever met, and I fell in love with her more with each passing day.

A knock came through the door, bursting our bubble, and we both knew who it was.

“I love you.” Pressing a firm kiss to her forehead, I leaned my head against hers. “I’ll be right outside the door.”

“I love you, too.”

Chapter36

Aurora

Sunrise to sunset, time had passed, the days blending from one to another.

It might have been three, seven, or maybe ten days since I had left my bedroom. I couldn’t remember.

“You need fresh air, Aurora. I’m trying to be patient, but being within these four walls for one more day isnothealthy.”

Roman looked at me with apprehension. His hair was unkempt and his beard had grown out. Even with the bold bags beneath his eyes, he was beautiful.

“Do you think you could do that for me?” he asked, stroking my hair.

There was an emptiness in my body where my soul might have been. It was as if I wasn’t in control, watching myself from a distance. I was rooted in place by this invisible anchor.

“One more day.” My voice was hoarse, my throat dry, making it hard to speak.

My husband who had experienced the same loss as me in a different way, didn’t believe for one second what I said to be true.

It was apparent with the way he pursed his lips.

I turned over on the bed, my back facing him before the first tear slipped from my eye.

His disappointment and pity made me want to die.

He sighed. “Okay,anima mia. One more day.”

When the door shut, I let the self-loathing settle.

Dr. Aldo had examined me and asked numerous questions regarding the miscarriage.

He concluded that even though being on birth control lowered the chances of getting pregnant significantly, it wasn’t impossible, especially if I wasn’t consistent with the time.

I was muddled. I hadn’t missed a day of taking my pill. Or so I thought.

Having nothing else to do but drown in the recesses of my mind, I realized I must have missed some days. I was under stress and pressure during the past few months that it hadn’t become a priority.

It hadn’t become a priority and now I was suffering the loss of a child.Mychild.

I killed my baby.

Silent cries filled the room. Every day, death brimmed to the surface, close to overflowing with my sorrow until it destroyed my essence.

Zoning in and out of sleep, one more day had turned into a few more. I think.

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