ded. A body hollowed out by grief, a spirit eroded by a depression so deep it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest, stopping my breath. It had all started with

a piece of floating debris struck me hard in the abdomen. The impact stole more than my strength, it stole the tiny life growing inside me. The doctors tol

n husband, Mark, and his childhood sweetheart, Lisa, were standing just outs

e?" Lisa's voice w

te of grim satisfaction in his tone. "Then it's a

ing Chloe out there in the storm. We knew Sarah's bleeding heart wouldn't let her ju

s while you were 'recovering'," Mark chuckled, a l

ssion... it was all a setup. A meticulously planned tragedy orchestrated by the man I loved and the woman he truly loved. They had used the

gasped

al room. I was in my own living room, in our mansion overlooking the tempestuous sea. The air was heavy with humidity, and th

all residents in coastal areas to evacuate or seek highe

feel it. A faint, familiar warmth. A presence. My bab

n. Back to the d

rm raging outside, the sense of impending doom. It was all the same. The trap was being set again. I

eve, and a panicked voice cut

ook! Ou

ld, his face pale, his eyes wide with a manufactured f

out there! In the water