Becca.
A week had passed since my grieving had begun. The moment that I had lost Tally, I thought the pain couldn’t get worse, but later on, when I found out that I had also lost James, I completely shattered.
Everything I once imagined was slowly fading away, and even though I had Neal by my side, I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before I lost him.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I contemplated how I would get through the day. The black dress that I wore hugged my figure, showing off my protruding bump. It reminded me of James, and with the black veil covering my red-rimmed eyes I tried to hide my emotions.
To think that this was my life was not what I had expected
I still couldn't imagine the fact of James being gone. Yet, the reality didn’t have to set in entirely in order for me to succumb to it. “I’ll be strong for you,” I whispered to myself as I rubbed a slow circle over my stomach. My child was my driving force to press forward.
