@kid-barton
SEVEN MONTHS. the note on her calendar seems to mock her, reminding her of what she’s loѕт. seven months— that’s how old her daughter ( her LILAH ) would have been if ( if, if, if ) she’d been alive. seven months, if she’d ever gotten the chance to be born. ‘ more women have LOST a child from this world than haven’t, ’ her doctor had said, all those months ago ( almost a year, now. aella has no idea how she’ll handle the —anniversary. she won’t, most likely. ), ‘ you shouldn’t— don’t blame yourself. ’ as if that had made it any easier not to. if, if, if. if only she’d been smarter, eaten healthier, taken care of herself more. then— right now she could be waiting for the days to go by, excitedly, for her lilah’s 1st birthday, instead of dreading the day of her miscarriage. if. she wants to cry, and scream, and— she wants her daughter. but... she can’t even talk to anyone about what happened, because there’s no one. no one who knows. not even—
“ oh. frankie. hey. ” the FATHER.














