And so Abigail’s days continued with her world now revolving around the tiny life cradled in the crib beside her. She folded clothes into the worn suitcase on her bed. Every piece of fabric she tucked away felt like another step toward leaving behind what she had endured, what she had lost.
Her eyes drifted to the newborn swaddled in soft blankets, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of peaceful sleep. A bittersweet smile pulled at her lips as she walked over and brushed a finger lightly across the baby’s cheek.
“Guess it’s just you and me now, huh?” she whispered while her voice quivered with affection and sadness. “We’ll figure it out somehow.”
She let the words hang in the air before pulling her phone from the nightstand. Her thumb hovered over Adam’s name for several second
