When Love Became a Nightmare

ache radiated from my lower body, a hollow emptiness that was more than just physical. For a mome

e a mess of exhaustion and what he probably thought was remorse. "Ava," he said softly, moving to my bed

my voice a dry, cracked whisper. It was the only q

at the floor, anywhere but at me. "Ava, the docto

the words sharper this time, demanding an

s filled with a shallow pity. "

er who had lost her child before she even had a chance to hold it. "You' re sorry?" I choked out,

hysterical. I was just trying to stop you, to talk to you." He was already rewriting h

treaked, a perfect picture of a distraught victim. She was holding a small bouquet of cheap hospital gift-shop

mmediately went to her side, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "It' s not your fault,

here. To my hospital room. While the body of our chi

I said, my voic

please. She' s just

e at my throat, "GET HER OUT!" I started to push myself up, ignorin

ace a mask of anger. "Calm down! You' re going to hurt yourself!" He turned to Olivia, his

allway, his low and soothing, hers a series of soft, pathetic sobs. He was comforting her. He was leaving me al

ty. The beeping of the machine next to me was the only sound in the room, a steady rhythm co

I didn't call my mother or a friend. I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for: David Che