THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
Sherry stares at her mate, her chest ripping apart in thousands and thousands of ways and she knows she can't hold them in anymore.
She can't afford to take another step further in the house, much less go on the second floor and stand at the place where she lost her child. How can she even dare to do that? She's still mourning.
It doesn't help that Zack has that pained look on his face and she realises she can't hide it from him forever, she has to tell him at one point. It was his child too, no matter how hurt she was that he wasn't there for her.
Sherry knows he is hurting as well, she has heard him apologise times and times again and if it was the old her, she would have already forgiven him... but not this time. No, not this time.
This time, it is hard to look
