It was surely a sign, wasn’t it?
A promise of joyful times to come.
The little seedling that had sprouted from the seed she had planted. And the baby that was growing inside of her.
But misfortune always comes unannounced. And just like the plant, her child was gone.
Gone before he had even seen her.
The grief that came to her was like a flood, washing over everything, threatening to take away whatever was left in her life.
In a parallel universe, she was enjoying the beautiful moments of motherhood.
In this one, she had nothing to live for.
Can she swim against the tide? Can she find a reason to carry on?