Nina
I wake up gasping, the remnants of the nightmare still clawing at me. Cold sweat sticks to my skin as I sit up in bed, breath shallow and erratic. The dream is there, lingering like a ghost I can’t shake off.
I’m standing in a graveyard, the earth beneath me damp and dark. I’m burying him. My child. The one I lost. It’s not real, but it feels like it is. I can feel the weight of the tiny bundle in my arms, the pain of loss crawling into every inch of my chest.
The grave is too small. Too damn small.
I try to bury him, but the dirt keeps coming back up. It won’t stay. It can’t stay. My hands shake as I shove the dirt in, but it doesn’t stop the ache, doesn’t stop the flood of memories. That night in the hotel. The blood. My baby’s blood.
Callie’s voice echoes in my mind, but it’s
