And I was soalone.
The nurses left me. Doctors. They tried to save us but could only save me. She wasn’t big enough. She wasn’t ready for thisworld.
They let me hold her in my trembling arms, barely able to see her perfection through my tears. I surrendered to it, them, becoming them, just a shell full oftears.
Unfortunately, my life wenton.
And now I was standing on my porch, in the dead of night, reliving my nightmares, and I was still, years later,alone.
I took a deep, wavering breath. My phone was still ringing. It was me, hurting myself, again and again after. It was me this time, making sure everyone knew I wasnothingbefore they found outthemselves.
Tears hit my cheeks before I could stop them, tumbling down like rain. My phone slipped from my fingertips and clattered loudly on theground.
“Why did you do that? Did he just leave you, or did you make him leave?” Dylan was a blur in front of me. “What happened? Did he hurtyou?”
His hands burned through my flesh when he touchedme.
I moved away, trying to wipe the tears from eyes. “I woke him up. He’s nothing to me. I didn’t want him hereanyway.”
“Did you make him leave forme?”
“No,” I whispered. The palm of his hand was against my cheek, wet from my tears. “Dylan, don’t come here again. Make sure your wife is okay. I’ll take care ofmyself.”
I haven’t seen him indays.
