Claire's POV
With a heavy heart, I made my way to the cemetery. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a gloomy glow over the rows of gravestones, but all I could focus on was the empty grave waiting for me. It felt surreal that there was a spot of earth reserved for my child—my baby, who never had the chance to see the world.
As I approached, tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision. "I am so sorry," I whispered, my voice shaking. I kneeled before the grave, the cool earth contrasting sharply with the warmth of my grief. "I wanted you so much."
My heart ached with a mix of love and sadness. I had dreamed of holding my baby in my arms, of laughter and joy, but all I had now was this empty space that showed what could have been. The pain of loss wrapped around me like a heavy blanket, squeezing tighter with each drop of my tears.
