A Second Chance At True Love

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d into a kaleidoscope of pain and light, and for a second, the world went dark. When my senses returned

my voice a broken

. My white dress, the one I had chosen so carefully for our anniversary, was no longer pristine. A dark stain was blo

ight of the horror crashing down

ope. The tiny life I had cherished and protected for three mont

old, unreadable mask. There was no

ice echoing in the suddenly silent lobby. "Y

was peering over his shoulder, a s

rrified onlookers who had gathered at the top of the stairs

turned his back on

look back.

doors, leaving me alone on the cold, hard floor. A profound, bottomless d

through me again, sharper this time, a brut

ked, reaching out a trembling hand t

lance!" a woman's voi

rs. Faces swam in and out of fo

uciating pain and desperate prayers. I clutc

ming down my face. "Please, you

d-faced doctor said, his voice gentle. "We ne

treacherous and stupid, flickered in my chest. He would com

put the phone on speaker. It ra

't Ethan's voice

. I'm calling for Mr. Ethan Carlson regarding his w

harine voice in the background, muffled. "Eth

with fake concern. "Oh, dear. Is Kiera okay? Ethan is just

critical condition. We need

my voice barely a thread of sound.

ase. Tell Ethan... tell

uel purr. "Kiera needs you. She sounds so dramatic,

tient. "Just tell her I'm with you. The doctor i

with the force of a physic

ed, savoring each word. "He's with

ing in my belly intensifying into an unbea

small space. "Kiera, I swear to God, if this is another one of your

ne wen

wail of the siren and the fran

d at me with more compassion than my o

he said, his voice gen

nd. "Ma'am, I

n all the rest, ripped through me. I felt a prof

st, most broken part

the ceiling of the ambulance, the flashin