Giving her everything.
My mind drifted back, unbidden. To the necklace around my neck. My hand lifted instinctively, fingers brushing against it.
A simple piece. Elegant. But nothing extraordinary.
He had given it to me once, long ago. Back when I thought it meant everything. Back when I believed it was the most valuable thing he could offer.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. How foolish. How incredibly foolish of me.
Because clearly… He was capable of giving so much more.
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The next morning arrived too quickly. The entire pack was dressed in black. Even the air felt heavier.
Today marked the death anniversary of the child I lost a year ago. My first baby.
The one I never got to hold. The one who never got to take a single breath.
My chest tightened as I stood among the others, my hands resting lightly over my stomach.
One year. And it still hurt like it had just happened yesterday. The memories came uninvited.
“Stay strong, Luna,” someone whispered softly as they passed.
I gave a small nod, though I wasn’t sure if I had any strength left to give.
Then—
A stir.