LUCIA AMATO
THEY said when your turn to die came, you could feel it in your bones. Feel it in the way you faded into nothingness not knowing what was beyond death.
When that bullet had hit me, somehow that feeling had latched onto me. The feeling of welcoming death and saying goodbye to everything.
Yet when I opened my eyes, light stinging my eyes with a vengeance, the last person I expected to see was the love of my life glancing down at me like an answered prayer.
“Hey, princess”
The smile he wore was enough to tell me everything was okay. I wasn’t dead. We weren’t separated, everything was going to be okay yet…
My hand searched for my tummy, the IV needle injected to my hand hurting far worse than a bee sting.
“Hey, hey, he’s fine. The baby’s fine”
I didn’t realize there were tears in my eyes up until he said that.
And when the first tear fell down my cheeks and the rest came crushing like hail, my throat throbbed as I whispered “Sorry” over and over again.
