The next morning, my eyes were swollen like walnuts.
Adriana looked genuinely distressed. She personally made me a nutritious breakfast and even boiled eggs to reduce the swelling around my eyes. She peeled them with care and pressed them gently to my eyelids.
Her tenderness and concern made me doubt everything—was last night just a bad dream?
Seeing that I hadn’t touched a single bite, she sighed.
“Allen, we lost our baby. I know you’re heartbroken—I am too. But you still need to take care of yourself. Please eat something, don’t make me worry, okay?”
“Where’s the baby’s body? I want to see him.”
Three months in—my child should’ve been fully formed by now.
But he’d never have the chance to come into this world.
And just like seven times before, her answer was the same.
“I already arranged for the baby to be buried properly. You’re too emotional right now—I didn’t want you to see it and feel worse.”
“Mom and Dad are also devastated. Let’s go to the old house tonight for dinner and spend some time with them.”
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As soon as we arrived at the old family estate, I saw Khalil holding onto Adriana’s mother’s arm, acting playful and affectionate.