Catherine's POV
I sat back in the waiting room, looking out the window, over the shores where the children were playing. Something in me shifted just by the sight before me.
I thought about it after driving off, and here I am, seated and waiting for my turn to take this child out.
This was my only chance of doing it, since it's the only time I had outside of the walls of that building.
And this hospital was all too familiar. My regular visiting place, where I came on a weekly basis, hoping that I could conceive. Hoping that the heavens would smile on me and give us the blessings of a child in our marriage.
I shrugged, tapping my cheeks and wiping off the tears that slipped from my eyes.
I held my arms over my flat tummy and chuckled as I watched the children laugh together.
But not anymore, I was broken and wounded. Now, everything is changed. I'm here now, waiting to go through the process of having the child in my womb taken out.
