THE BABY
JESS
The morning sunlight streamed through the thin hotel curtains, casting long streaks of gold across the room, but that’s not what woke me up because I wasn’t sleeping. The entire night, I lay awake thinking about what could have happened and where he could be. Somewhere, deep down, I knew he was alive, and so was Josh.
They had to be.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my hands, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the faint curve of my belly. I couldn’t hide it anymore. I was almost at 3 weeks–and I felt it. Felt him . or her, a tiny heartbeat tied irrevocably to Luke.
Luke.
The name lingered in my mind, a sharp ache that pulsed with every breath. He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. My hand automatically reached for my phone to text him before I remembered.
In the hollow silence that filled the space where his laugh used. to be.
Laura’s voice broke through the fog. “Jess? Are you even listening?”
I blinked and glanced up at her. She was standing by the window, arms crossed, her sharp green eyes fixed on me with a mix of worry and determination.
“Sorry,” I murmured, my voice hoarse.
She sighed and sat down beside me, her knee bumping mine. “You’re shutting down again. I get it. I do. But you can’t ignore this.”
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