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Teddy  rocked   back  and  forth  on  the
hospital bed,  her gown hanging loosely
on her slight frame. It didn’t matter how
many times Delia asked — her answer
would always be the same.

                I want my baby. Give me back my baby.
                She’d lost a husband; she’d lost a child.
                And  somewhere  along  the way, she’d
                lost  h e r s e l f .

“Silence it is, then.” Delia had never been
a mother. She’d never known what it was
like to be blessed with a new, innocent life
inside of her, only to have that gift be one
day snatched away for absolutely no reason
whatsoever. And because of that, the sheer
gravity of the situation was sadly lost on her.

                “I know I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating,” Delia
                started, taking a second to readjust the gown back up
                over Teddy’s shoulders and brush down some stray
                locks of blonde hair. “You don’t have to be strong right
                now. Not for anyone out there, and certainly not for me.
                All you have to do is let yourself feel. Whatever it is, no
                matter how badly it might hurt, Jake and I will b o t h  be
                right here to catch you when you start to fall.”

Teddy  felt  a breath shiver up her chest at
Delia’s  touch,  but  she didn’t flinch  away.
There  was   something  comforting  about
being  taken  care  of; about letting it all go
so she wouldn’t have to feel anymore. But
she  knew  she’d  have  to  face  it one day. 

                As    she   thought   about  it,  a  small, 
                h e  a  r  t  b r o k e n  sob broke free
                from the  façade  she’d been trying so
                hard to keep up.

                                                      “She’s gone.”